Lizzie 05-136

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Lizzie is an 11 year old AKC registered purebred Golden and was turned over to RAGOM by her family. It sounds like they have small children and just didn't have as much time anymore to spend with her and her other Golden brother. Lizzie had a little too much time on her hands and was starting to cause some mischief.

Lizze has been with us for a few days and she's a real gentle sweetie. She's a little shy around people and she really isn't too sure about the Golden Armada of Rosie, Shane and Honey 04-05-151. Shane has been very nice to her and Rosie likes her, but Honey has told her off a few times. Lizzie doesn't bark, she just hangs her head, like Eyore.

Lizzie is a very pretty caramel colored honey blonde Golden, with pretty curls and a little grey/white frosting. Beauty shops charge a LOT for this look! She is a field Golden, with longer legs and body and a pretty shaped head. She has a vet appt on 5-14 to check out some eye staining and a few sore spots. She should also get some Duramaxx or Rymadil. She's got a pretty stiff back end.

Lizzie does have a counter surfing habit which we discovered after she got up on top of the microwave, on top of the counter and fished down the new loaf of Manitowoc Ovens High Fiber Wheat Bread. She also managed to go waaaayyy back in our closet to find the free 6 oz. sample package of Macadamia Nut Brittle that we got at Christmas and had yet to open. She's also shown some interest in cat poop, and little interest in her dog food. Of course, she's just full. After a frantic call to our vet, we determined that there probably weren't enough macadamia nuts to do much damage, but to just watch her. So far, she seems to have a cast iron stomach. I guess Lizzie taught us that we aren't as dog-proofed as we thought!

Lizzie acts a little as if she's always been a spectator in the family and not a participant. We are hoping to draw her out of her shell and see if we can get her tail to wag when she's happy, excited or just because she feels like wagging it. She has a little Eyore in her and I know we can draw out her inner Scooby Doo.

Lizzie

At a Glance #05-136

Breed not specified Born: March 1994
Female Weight not specified

Status: Deceased

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Lizzie is an 11 year old AKC registered purebred Golden and was turned over to RAGOM by her family. It sounds like they have small children and just didn't have as much time anymore to spend with her and her other Golden brother. Lizzie had a little too much time on her hands and was starting to cause some mischief.

Lizze has been with us for a few days and she's a real gentle sweetie. She's a little shy around people and she really isn't too sure about the Golden Armada of Rosie, Shane and Honey 04-05-151. Shane has been very nice to her and Rosie likes her, but Honey has told her off a few times. Lizzie doesn't bark, she just hangs her head, like Eyore.

Lizzie is a very pretty caramel colored honey blonde Golden, with pretty curls and a little grey/white frosting. Beauty shops charge a LOT for this look! She is a field Golden, with longer legs and body and a pretty shaped head. She has a vet appt on 5-14 to check out some eye staining and a few sore spots. She should also get some Duramaxx or Rymadil. She's got a pretty stiff back end.

Lizzie does have a counter surfing habit which we discovered after she got up on top of the microwave, on top of the counter and fished down the new loaf of Manitowoc Ovens High Fiber Wheat Bread. She also managed to go waaaayyy back in our closet to find the free 6 oz. sample package of Macadamia Nut Brittle that we got at Christmas and had yet to open. She's also shown some interest in cat poop, and little interest in her dog food. Of course, she's just full. After a frantic call to our vet, we determined that there probably weren't enough macadamia nuts to do much damage, but to just watch her. So far, she seems to have a cast iron stomach. I guess Lizzie taught us that we aren't as dog-proofed as we thought!

Lizzie acts a little as if she's always been a spectator in the family and not a participant. We are hoping to draw her out of her shell and see if we can get her tail to wag when she's happy, excited or just because she feels like wagging it. She has a little Eyore in her and I know we can draw out her inner Scooby Doo.

Lizzie

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Saturday, December 8, 2007

It is with a very heavy heart that I write Miss Lizzieboo's final update. We helped her to the Rainbow Bridge last evening after a two week battle with suspected hemangiosarcoma. Her big heart didn't want to disappoint us and she kept on fighting, even at the very end.

Lizzie came to us in early 2005 as an 11 year old foster. Linda McFeters rescued her and her baby brother (Skye) from a family who had lots of money for care and expenses, but were very short on love and affection. She arrived on our doorstep, the living embodiment of Eeyore. Head down, tail low and an observer of every thing, participant of nothing. I think she suffered from doggy depression if there is such a thing.

She proved herself to be quite the character. Within days she was showing us what a great sense of humor she had, how much she really loved life and what a truely stubborn mule she could be. She went to RAGOM events and charmed everyone. She was sweet, never met a stranger and was a friend to all. She was my official Golden Dog taster, taking her job so seriously that she often took it upon herself to sample products that had already passed inspection.

We have a thousand funny Lizzie stories. We will treasure them and talk about her and keep her memory alive. But this morning my house is a little darker, a little quieter and missing my sweet old white faced curly girl.

I'll leave you with one Lizzie story. After we adopted her (I should say, she adopted us) I was getting ready for a dog show. I had 14 pounds of big peanut butter bear cookies cooling in a tub in our laundry room. I thought I'd closed the laundry room door on the way to work, but apparently Lizzie had figured out door knobs.

I arrived home from work 9 hours later to find only 5 cookies left in the tub and 3 dogs with very big hard pot bellies. As I walked into the house, I realized they had a huge party while I was gone. The baby gate was down, the cushions were off the sofa, the dining room curtains were knocked down, a dining room chair was knocked over, wine bottles were rolling around on the floor and I swear I heard the strippers running out the back door. I thought it was hilarious that after all those treats, the last 5 were just too many. Hahahaha.

Bye bye Sweet Lizzie. We'll see you at the Bridge. Thank you to everyone who sent us kind wishes yesterday. We felt your loving presence surrounding us and Lizzie as we helped her on her way. She's in a better place now.


Lizzie's last day... looking ahead

Friday, November 4, 2005

Hi Everybody!

My foster mom reminded me I had to update my blog! I don't know what a blog is, but I hope it tastes like peanut butter!!

Life has been great around here! As you can see, I was quite the HIT at the Rochester Petco event! Us dogs all decided to come in costume. Except it was too early in the day for me, and I had just gotten up and didn't have time to put my costume on! So my foster mom dragged me in wearing my jammies and curlers. (I used to think only Clairol knew for sure, but now my secret is out. I sleep in curlers.) I was going to dress up like a princess bride. But I overslept. Oh well. It wasn't too embarassing having everyone see me in my kittycat jammies and pink fuzzy slippers.

I did compete in the Petco costume contest, along with Ford and Sammy, but we all lost to a weasel in a Robin Hood get-up. Can you hear my eyes rolling?

As you can see from my new pictures, I've been whooping it up outside helping my foster dad rake the leaves! Shane was busy flopping down in the leaf piles, and I did that too, but my foster mom wasn't fast enough with the camera! But then we played a killer (for the toy!) game of tug and I won! Yippee!! You can see from my pictures that my ears fly up when I run. Yes, yes, I do hear the wind whistling in my ears, but that's ok!

I can't beleive it's already November. Time flies when you are having fun. I heard them talking the other day about some holiday called Thanksgiving. I then heard the words Turkey. Dressing. Mashed Potatoes. Gravy. Green Beans. Pumpkin Pie. ZOWIE! That's the fastest way to a curlie girl's heart! As much as I want a new forever home I hope I am either still here to get turkey, or I can convince my new forever family to make some just for me. I promise to sit right by the oven to make sure the fowl doesn't escape. I'm good at guarding the stove!! And the fridge. And the counters....oh well. But I continue to resist the urge to put my paws up and really see what's up there!!

Well. I have to get going. There's a chipmonk out on the deck and I really need to go keep an eye on him. Rosie's barking at it, and Shane is drooling (what a Barbarian) but I think I'm going to just go watch.

Have a great day! TTFN!

Saturday, October 29, 2005

RAGOM volunteers manned (woman-ed?) an Education table and joined in the Halloween costume contest at the Rochester PetCo today. Lizzie had on her PJ’s and curlers in her hair and pink slipper socks that she threw off as she walked.

Tuesday, September 27, 2005

Hooo Boy!!! I am Dog of the Week!! That is so cool!!!

I went to the RAGOM picnic last Saturday. I really had fun! I had a lot of really nice people tell me that they read my updates regularly and enjoy my "exploits." My foster mom was getting worried though, because they refer to me as "the Counter Surfing Dog."

I think I better set the record straight. I am not a counter surfer! Ok...I will say I examine opportunities on occassion....but I am not routinely trolling the counters for food. I am a pretty good girl. My nose just sometimes gets the better of me and I like to check things out. But I promise, I have never moved a chair or ladder over to the counter to hoist myself up to get a better look. I SWEAR. In fact, I have been so good, I haven't been nose to counter in over a month!

I have been a bit under the weather. My foster mom noticed that I was laying back and not getting too excited about life a few weeks ago. Being that I'm a mature girl, she was worried so she took me to the vet. He was very nice and looked me over and checked my blood and ears and butt and teeth and that funky spot where the splinter got stuck. He decided my blood was good, my teeth were good, my hips were ok with the Rimadyl, but that I had a bad deep ear infection and the splinter thingy was still festering. So, now I have to take a couple of weeks worth of these really BIG red pills to knock out all the infection. I don't mind! I get to take them with marshmallows. I LIKE MARSHMALLOWS. I also have to get stuff squirted in my ears, but I don't mind.

So guess what? I'm feeling a whole lot better now! So much that I can even romp and play with Shane and Rosie and the new kid, Lucy 05-081!!!

We had a lot of rain the other night. When we all got up the next morning, it was still wet out. Since I'm a pretty girl with dainty toes and curlie curls, there was no way I was going outside to get my feet wet. I was able to not pee for almost 13 hours!! Finally my foster mom gave me a big OOMPH in the fanny and I had to go. I made it about 6 feet off the deck into the grass, did my thing and was right back to the door. A girl has to be careful about her curls, you know.

Well, my foster mom wants me to hurry up so Lucy can do her own update. She's a fun kid. Very nice. You'd like her. I don't mind if she gets adopted before me. She's had a tough life and deserves a loving family. Not that I don't....but I can be patient for the perfect family too.

Anyhow, it was really nice to meet everyone at the picnic! I was so tuckered out I zonked out in the car and snored all the way back to Rochester!!! Talk to you later! (PS...my foster mom has new pictures of me and will post them when she figures out how to get them off the disk and onto her computer and onto email as attachments!)

Tuesday, August 9, 2005

La-la-la-la...dum-dee-dum-dee-dum

Oh...hello.

Are you taking a moment to read my profile? I'm impressed. Go ahead...read...I'll be quiet. Check back when you're done.

Dum Dee Dum Dee Dum...la la la la.

*whistle whistle*

Oh..you're back. What's new? Nothing much here. I'm just wishing I had thumbs so I could twiddle them while I wait for SOMEONE out there to fall in love with me and want me as a new family member.

*Sniffing pits* Nope...no body odor.

*Breathing onto mirror* Nope...no bad breath.

*Sniffing butt* Errrmm...no...not too bad....

Hmm...so why doesn't anyone want me??

Life here has been fine. I am continuing to help keep the kitchen free from errant bakery, meat, vegetables, crumbs, and any other food item that may get the other dogs into trouble. I like that my foster mom has a dog biscuit bakery. She was kind enough to bake 2 dozen doggie muffins for me...I only ate 8 of them...I wanted more, but they were really high fiber and figured I'd better stop before I exploded. I was so full I couldn't even clean up the crumbs on the floor. I'm still not sure why she was grumbling at me, I waited a few minutes for them to cool before I helped myself to them. I thought she said I could have them...maybe not. oh well.

I have been having fun teaching my foster dad how to play. They got me this cool ropey thing and I love to carry it around. Then I drop it at my foster dad's feet and just the second before he picks it up, I snatch it away really fast!!! I love keep away. Then I let him get a hold of it and we play tug. I growl but it's a funny laugh growl and my tail never stops. He thinks I'm all fierce and stuff, but really I'm a big marshmallow. You should see me haul after a tennis ball. I can whip that wimpy Shaner's butt any day. Not bad for a girl on the senior circuit!

We have had a guest for the past week or so...Chester! He's staying with us until Sunday. He's really cute. I have a little crush on him. I will be sad when he goes back home with his forever mom. That's what I wish I had. A forever mom. Someone who will love me, and stroke my hair, and tell me I'm a beautiful girl and not get mad when I help in the kitchen...

Well...I have to go now. I am getting a little sniffly from wishing very hard for a loving forever family. My foster mom loves me a whole bunch, but I want to be someone's SPECIAL girl.

Bye now.

Love, Sad Lizzie.

Tuesday, June 28, 2005

Hi!

Boy, that Honey 05-04-151 can sure talk a lot. She was typing her update and I thought she'd never be done!!!

What a week I've had.

First, I am wrongfully accused of swiping a package of raw bacon off the counter and eating it. All I'm going to say on that subject is, it would have been tastier with ketchup.

Then, I'm wrongfully accused of getting a bottle of Rimadyl off the counter and eating most of the plastic bottle AND the darn pills inside! Since there's no video evidence, I'm not owning up to it. Let's just say Shane, Rosie and Honey didn't stand a chance. Those little pills are mighty tasty!! YUM!

Finally, Kim comes over to babysit us while the foster folks are out of town, and she tries to make me upchuck. Lemme tell you. I can clamp my jaws shut tighter than Fort Knox. HMMMMMMFFFFF. There's no way I'm having a Peroxide Chaser with my Rimadyl, assuming I ate them in the first place. My downfall was that Kim made me laugh when I watched her get into a human pretzle position in her attempts to get me to take that stuff. I opened my mouth to let out a chuckle and down the peroxide went. Well...I'll show her! I didn't puke! Nope. I have a cast iron stomach!! Those other losers, Shane, Rosie and Honey were sicker than...well...dogs...all over the deck.

But I held firm! I am not going to "give up" the evidence!!! Except she came after me with salt. Hmm...that actually looked kind of tasty. I licked her fingers and darn it if she didn't get a few tablespoons in me! Uh-oh. Maybe my efforts to not throw up weren't such a good idea. Oh geez. I feel so unladylike. I'm not feeling so good...and there it was. A belly full of foam. Ha! Can't catch me now!!! No evidence!!

So, that was my exciting week. How was yours? Did you dream of loving a beautiful blonde girl like me? Have I mentioned I have curlieques on my butt? They are very circley and boingy. My foster mom likes to twirl them and make them spring like little slinkies. I don't mind. I like being groomed and I really love having my cheeks and nose and ears rubbed. Oh yea. Do that and I'll follow you anywhere. Oh, and it really helps if you have treats in your pocket.

I will add that I suprised everyone with my prowess at bellyfloppin' and tennis ball bobbin' in the kiddie pool. That is some fun stuff! I can even keep up with that young punk Shane. I taught him a thing or two. I can deftly pluck a floating tennis ball out of the water without getting my nose wet! Of course, it's more fun if you push the tennis ball to the bottom of the pool with your paw, then stick your whole head underwater to get it, because then you can blow the snot out your nose into the pool and watch Honey take a long drink. heh heh. Me? Troublemaker? Naaaahhhh At least I don't pee in the pool like Rosie does.

I would really like it if someone wanted to adopt me. I like Honey and would really be tickled if we could be placed together. I'm more independent than she is, and I could probably go alone, but she needs me. I suppose I need her too, she does tend to keep me on the straight and narrow. (She's not even mad anymore that I put the empty bacon wrapper on her dog bed while she was napping on it to make it look like she did it.) So, if you would like a couple of old girls to move in with you and keep you company, we'd be most obliged. We've discussed starting our own chapter of the Red Hat Society....and we would enjoy whooping it up at your house. Please let RAGOM placement know if you'd like to meet us.

Did I mention that I was very gorgeous and quite sweet???

Oh, my foster mom just got an email. She said we are going to have another RAGOM dog at our house this coming week. Chester is coming back for a visit! His family is going to Canada for a week and we get to babysit him!!! I saw his picture and he's really pretty. I think I have a crush. My foster mom is shaking her head and wondering about how much 5 dogs in the house will shed. Hmm...guess we'll just have to see!!!

Saturday, May 21, 2005

At last! New pictures of beautiful Lizzie! Doesn't she look like a movie star? All the dogs were out playing in the back yard yesterday, enjoying our one DRY day in 3 weeks, and you can see the look of pure joy on Lizzie's face!

Lizzie's eye has really cleared up in the few days we've been putting the ointment in. It's not tearing/staining any more. She has a spring in her step and smile on her face! She is so funny. She sleeps through vacuuming, and we have to wake her up, lure her with some treats, just to vacuum the spot she's laying on! Nothing fazes this girl!

Please don't be put off by a senior dog. I hear "I could never take in an old dog, only to love it for a few years and have to lose it so soon!" Ok, honestly? Goldens can live until they are 14 or 15. Sure, an older dog is one you love greatly and lose far too soon. But you can have a beloved pet it's entire life and still feel like you've lost it too soon. We outlive our pets (unless you're into big birds!) and that's the reality. So why not enjoy the true Golden years? These older dogs are calm, well trained, loving, gentle and don't demand your undivided attention 24-7-365. They want to be with you, but not in your face. They can be clowns, watch dogs, companions, friends, pillows, foot rests, bed warmers and cat toys. They generally don't have bad habits, and are just happy BEING. I like the line from the old movie Murphy's Romance..."I'm in love for the LAST time..." Wouldn't you love to be Lizzie's last great love?