Camp Broodie is now an eerily quiet place. We unexpectedly lost Petunia yesterday to a medical emergency. She had a mild case of LP and due to her age, the vet always felt that surgery risks outweighed the benefit for her. She occasionally coughed or gagged after drinking, but was not having other issues from the LP. Yesterday the LP got worse and resulted in us going to the E-Vet. Petunia stopped breathing shortly after her arrival in the building, and they had to intubate her. After chest x-rays, it was determined that she would not have a favorable recovery if we did emergency tie-back surgery. We made the agonizing decision to let her go rather than put her through a risky surgery and complicated recovery.
At this time, there are no dogs in this house and we are back to the eerie quiet that existed after Rocket passed, and it is the same quiet that resulted in Petunia arriving and starting Camp Broodie.
We lost Rocket in October 2018. The house was so quiet that we couldn't stand it, but we got through the holidays and into the new year without a hound in the house except for visitors. Trolley got us through that time along with Snickers. We had decided that we would wait until we found an older dog or a dog who had circumstances that resulted in them needing a forever home. In January of 2019, GT'er 3DogNite asked if we could watch one of her fosters for a few hours while she went to a meeting. We knew that it was a setup but we agreed anyway. It would be fun to have a hound in the house for a few hours. At this time, Trolley and Snickers were still occasional visitors so we were getting our hound fix by dog sitting.
Miss Petunia walked in the door that afternoon and camped on a bed behind DW's office chair. She was kind of a shy girl who wasnt sure why she had been brought to yet another house. She much preferred the farm where she raised 21 pups that we know of and possibly many more. She had been a great racer, and brought to adoption at age 10 1/2 when the farm closed down. Petunia and I hit it off instnatly that day, and about 45 minutes into her "being watched for a few hours," I told DW to "write the damn check, she's not leaving." That was the start of Camp Broodie.
Petunia was obviously not happy as an only dog, but not long after her arrival, we got word of a greyhound who needed a temporary home while her owner recovered from a broken hip. We brought Bella to the house and she stayed for a couple of months. She and Petunia became buddies. When Bella went home, Petunia was miserable, so Kate came for one of those "afternoon visits" noted above. Petunia and Kate came from the same farm and were obviously old friends. They greeted each other, then both lay down on beds and Petunia once again became a dog with a mission - to take care of Kate. Petunia was the typical broodie and needed to have someone to take care of. If not another dog, it was usually me. She spent her days tracking my every move and letting me know when she was not happy with me being in a different room or when I returned after running an errand etc. She was a Daddy's Girl in addition to being Chief Broodie.
In the months since we lost Kate, Petunia changed and decided that she preferred being an only dog. We had several other dogs here as potential sisters for her, but they weren't Kate and she wasn't interested. She was just fine hanging with humans and the occasional greyhound visitor. Snickers is still a regular vistor and Petunia adored Snickers. She treated her like one of her own puppies. The broodie instinct was clear anytime Snickers visisted. She and Trolley also became good friends when Trolley was here. It took them a little time to do so, but they did really well together. Last week we had two young greyhound visitors ages 3 and 5. The broodie came out in Petunia while they were here. She monitored their every move, followed them, herded them where she wanted them to go etc. Once a broodie - always a broodie. She was worn out when they left.
Over the couple of years she was here, Petunia had a great retirement. She had numerous names - Tuners, Tunia, Miss Tuna, Toodles, Doodles, Toodle Doodles and many others. She discovered french fries early on and preferred that they be from McDonalds. We last shared fries on Saturday when I brought them home for lunch after getting my flu shot. She would smell the fries when I walked in and stand by my recliner waiting for me to sit and serve her. She had a cheeseburger and fries for her 13th birthday celebration and I think she wanted to know where those cheeseburgers had been all of her life.
I can't wite about Petunia without mentioning the "Petunia Pause." When we went for walks, she would decide that she had walked far enough and would statue or sit on a driveway in the neighborhood. No amount of coaxing or waiting could make her walk home. The first time it happened I had to call DW to bring the car. Big Mistake. She statued on every walk after that and looked at me like " you can call the car now." That was Petunia 100%.
We will miss our "stubborn broodie" and I will miss my "Daddy's Girl." We don't know what the next chapter brings, but I'm sure that Petunia will somehow have a hand in it if she can.
Run-free pretty girl, and go find all of your friends who went to the bridge before you. We love you.
The girl with the wonkiest nails I've ever seen.
Finding a bonus fry that she stored earlier
Saunbathing with Kate and gossiping about the other dogs
One of my favorite pictures.