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Today Was John E's Birthday


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11/04/96 you were born a son of Chevy Montecarlo. I wrote this when you left us; we still miss you very much.

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John E was a very special dog. He sat in the kennel at Greyhound Friends in Hopkinton for months. He was aggressive when you came towards his crate and no one could see beyond that. The funny thing was, at home, he would lie in his crate, at leisure, as long as the door was open.

 

He was a truly handsome dog; steel grey with a white star on his chest. People would say, "How did you get a dog that looks like that"? And we would say, nobody else wanted him.

 

He was afraid of many things; thunder, fireworks, the air compressor, loud trucks and the sounds of a bouncing ball.

 

Many times we would be searching for him and find him in the closet behind Len's shirts. Often, we wouldn't know he had been in the closet except for the telltale hairs on our clothes. He never sat down in our truck, no matter how long the trip and wouldn't walk on shiny floors.

 

He was our Prozac boy, leash aggressive and seeming to be bossy, but he was not. He needed the Prozac for his anxiety, was leash aggressive because of his insecurity and bossy because he was afraid not to be. Any dog could take a walk with him, and after twenty minutes or a few visits to our home, would be his friend. But he always trusted us. We always called him our work in progress.

 

He was a very noisy dog. All night long he would run in his sleep. When he lay down, he would plop down with a loud sigh. If you rubbed his ears, there would be moans. He barked out the window at squirrels, passing dogs and birds on the lawn.

 

After the loss of Brandy, he and Paul truly bonded. He let Paul lay his head on his back, sleep next to him, and they were generally in the same room together all the time. John and Brandy never had that kind of relationship.

 

Thursday at the vet, everyone came to say how sorry they were. They all knew John well. They said he wasn't himself, when they took him in the back and he didn't bark at the dogs in the infirmary. Or, that the cats could just be in their cages and he paid them no mind. He leaned on them, instead of trying to leave. Two techs came out to say goodbye to his lifeless body.

 

We always said Brandy held our soul, but John E was our heart. Our hearts are broken.

 

 

Irene Ullmann w/Flying Odin and Mama Mia in Lower Delaware
Angels Brandy, John E, American Idol, Paul, Fuzzy and Shine
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Guest Hollys2hounds

Happy Bridge Birthday JohnE, I am so sorry I never got to meet you!

I know your Mommy and Daddy though, and I know how much you were adored!

Happy Birthday HANDSOME!!!!

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He's with Brandy and Walter. Walter would have been 13 this December 4th.

 

I know how much you miss him and Brandy...

 

Happy Bridge Birthday John E.

 

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Happy Bridge Birthday John E & to your brother Shiloh too. f_yellow:angelwings

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Deirdre with Conor (Daring Pocobueno), Keeva (Kiowa Mimi Mona), & kittehs Gemma & robthomas.

Our beloved angels Faolin & Liath, & kittehs Mona & Caesar. Remembering Bobby, Doc McCoy, & Chip McGrath.

"He feeds you, pets you, adores you, collects your poop in a bag. There's only one explanation: you are a hairy little god." Nick Galifinakis

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