The Rip Van Wrinkler, XXII, Issue 2, May 2018

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In Memoriam

St. Jim, by Zulu.


January 27 ·
Today, Chuck flew away with a giant piece of my heart.
He was failing, chest cavity filled with fluid, not responding to medication,
and it was TIME so as not to let him suffer. I am so sad.

I have so many Chuck stories I could write a book. Suffice to say he lived loud and proud in my neighborhood for nearly 14 years (Karen Ericsson), hanging out wherever he found pleasing (sometimes even at home! and also inside other peoples' houses) (Sharon Erickson Horton, Sara Gates) and charming many with his "Security Detail" following me and the dogs on our walks (Denise Coyle, Barbara Dragotta, Rachael Irwin), playing Hide'n'Seek or taking the short route home through the woods if the weather or his mood didn't suit finishing the walk (Amber Gates). His personality was as big as his physique, strong and yet gentle, as he enjoyed intimidating passer-by dogs (Ann Baptista, Elizabeth Wolf) with his mere presence, but was charmed by little girls and their dollies - many times I saw him trot down the driveway at the sound of a childish voice. He made sure my house painter did not starve, gifting him chipmunks almost daily. He disappeared whenever I had house guests (Susan Kamen Marsicano, Natalie Culver), or left on a trip (Kelly Buehler Petteruti), sometimes only reappearing after I, or the dogs, had returned. Each Spring I had to remind him, after he was absent for a couple days, that he really needed to check in daily! I sweetened that deal with combing his fur and he complied....He loved me back, he loved his dogs and he loved sweet Margot and now he is with her, no doubt there was a little spark when their noses touched again!

I'll sure miss him! He was one of a kind and a perfect fit for my family.
We were lucky to have him for so long and such joy. Moot (Karen Christensen)


8 Feb.
The Call of the Rainbow Bridge was too strong. My precious baby, my sweet girl has left me.
Annie was my first and my best whippet. She could not wait for me to talk with the cardiologist.
She left us in her Sherpa. I am devastated but we gave her all the love we had.
I won’t be available for awhile. I can not see through the tears. Joe Stewart

A vision of beauty, of grace, and love
Anisette was a gift from the ones up above.
She Woo Wooed and wiggled when we opened the door
Leaping with joy and screams 6 feet from the floor.
Vickie and Robin entrusted us with the care this treasure.
For eleven short years Annie gave are hearts and souls such pleasure.
Glossy black fur and ringing bells of ears few got to see
But oh my god her movement made you weak in the knees.
Lure coursing the bunnies was her passion and joy
On weekends in our DOGBED to the fields we would go.
Carried on eagle walks, striding proudly on squirrel patrol
Miss Diablo embodied The Whippet to the end of each toe.
Her special most treats were warm chicken and Charlie Bears
In fact if not watched into the package she would tear.
How to you say thank you for such a life that made our life a great song?
How do I say just how much I miss you now that you gone?
Annie you weren’t a good dog, you were the best dog which is not odd
You were the reason dog spelled backward results in God.
I miss you my beauty


Here's a portion of Ben Lampman's lovely poem from 1925...

For if the dog be well-remembered,
If sometimes he leaps through your dreams, actual as in life,
Eyes kindling, laughing, begging,
It matters not at all where that dog sleeps.
On a hill where the wind blows, the trees roaring,
Or beside a stream he knew in puppy hood,
Or in the flatness of a pasture lane where cattle grazed,
Is all one to the dog,
And all one to you.
Nothing is gained and nothing is lost if memory lives.
But… there is a place to bury a dog.
If you bury him in this spot he will come to you when you call;
Come to you over the grim, dim frontiers of death,
And down the well-remembered path to your side again.
Another dog will not resent his coming, for he belongs there.
People may scoff at you who see no slightest blade of grass bent by his footfall,
Who hear no whimper;
People who never really loved a dog.
Smile at them, for you shall know something that is hidden from them,
Something well worth the knowing…
The one best place to bury a dog is in the heart of his master.


Our boy Harrison has crossed the rainbow bridge, He was our first ever family dog and will be missed.
12 January 2005 ~ 8 February 2018 - Anne, Steve and Michael Harlan

With his "brother", Indy Bing.

Sky Pie

Peace be unto you my sweet Sky, Apu Voice of Angle Edition RN CGC, until we meet again.

March 28, 2003 ~ January 22, 2018

Forever in my heart and never to be forgotten.

Thank you for your friendship, trust and love. . Love you.

{Ed. - Born from Sue and my Heart Dogs, M and Cubby, on our mutual birthdays}

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