My life in pets

I wonder if my life would have turned out differently if I had grown up without the joy of loving and losing many beloved pets. When I think about the life lessons many of my pets taught me, I think that might be the case.

The first memory I really have of any pet was really I think the death of the family dog, Dinky, probably when I was 8 or so. I know that before he died, I played with him and I'm sure loved him unconditionally but my memories are dim of those times. What I do remember is that he was run over in our driveway and my Dad had to give us the news. Seeing the pain in his eyes, I don't think so much for the loss of the pet but the pain he knew it would cause his children, was much the same as what I saw in him as he was laying in his hospital bed before he passed. He knew he was going but his pain was only for the children he left behind. Did that first death of Dinky help prepare me for that? I think so.

Before we moved to Day Island my parents gave in to our pleas and gave us our next dog for Christmas, a mutt, purchased from the B & I (he was in a kennel right next to Ivan the Gorilla). They thought he was inexpensive but after the vet bills to take care of his numerous conditions, not so much. I have written of Darby many times but if there were one pet that shaped my life, at least in part, it would be him. Take the move to Day Island. That involved moving me away from by best friend and neighbor. It certainly could have been devastating. Okay, maybe it wasn't that far but back in 1965, it seemed like it was. "The Wickiup" as we affectionately called our new abode, was quirky to say the least. The whole house slanted toward the lagoon, the trains that went by about 50 feet from the back of the house were deafening at first, and there was an electric stove in the kitchen with a wood burning trash burner on the side. It was decided that the trash burner was going to be the main source of heat and it was my job to gather wood for that stove. So every Saturday, almost, Darby and I combed the beach for wood to burn for the week. If you know anything about wood burning stoves, salt water soaked wood is the worst thing you can burn but hey, it's not so good to burn anything in a stove with no protective wall behind it either but we did that too. Anyway, that gathering of wood every Saturday turned Darby into a water dog and me into "The Queen of the Beach".

Darby was well known on the island for his antics on the beach. He was known to swim for the sheer joy of it and would go so far out that boaters thought they were seeing a seal until they got closer. And even though it was the coldest water I have ever seen, I was known to spend hours in the water with him during the summer. Darby and I were in tune with each other. In my senior year I was preparing to go away to college, we went away for the weekend, and when I came back, Darby had been in a fight with some other dogs. The injuries seemed to be superficial but when we took him to the vet, he never came home. I never got to say goodbye. No matter how painful, I wanted to say goodbye. While I moved on after that, went to college, a year in Germany, many times I have thought about how hard it would have been to leave that dog at home in his last years. Did he know that when he died? I think he did.

These were the main pets of my young life but there were others. Every year I would win a goldfish at the Puyallup Fair and it would live just about until the next year only to die and be replaced. A couple of years I got small camelions at the fair also but they always ended up in a shoe, usually my Dad's, a fate I would not wish on anyone. I had numerous white mice but they always ended up eating each other, not a good lesson!

Some of my pets a bit unusual. A hamster named Bomb. Not a terrorist thing but a combination of the names Barry and Tom. Bomb was their science project. They were supposed to starve him to train him to do a maze by offering food bits etc. I would let them starve him, the project had to be presented in theory and I got a pet hamster out of it. By far the most unique pet was Tag-a-Long, a female Mallard duck. I don't know how I found her but her mom had kicked her out of her nest and I picked her up and raised her. In the summer, I would sleep on the front porch of the Wickiup all summer. She lived in a cardboard box and stayed there all night, even when she was old enough to get out and go. When I would walk around Day Island, she would waddle behind me quacking with contentment, thus her name. It was quite the sight to see and I can't believe I have no pictures of her. When she matured and the local flock of ducks flew off for the winter to wherever they go, she went off with them. I was sure I saw her when the flock returned so in my mind, she lived a long, happy life. Did these pets help me understand the value of life, big or small? I'm sure they helped anyway.

In college I had another hamster, Pinky, and my future husband and I had a rat named Brandy. That rat lived for three years and died of old age, can you believe that? She was always out of her cage on my shoulder or running around when no one was around. Did you know that the number one cause of death in rats is fright and the best thing you can do to extend their lives is to hold them so they get used to people?

But as soon as we were in a more stable position, we were renting a house, we had to get a dog. Beau, a yellow lab puppy, was about the cutest thing I had ever seen and he was found at the pound! I can't say he was a pure yellow lab but if not, he was close. Beau was so much a part of our lives that he went with us on our honeymoon camping in Montana and I can't imagine it any other way. Beau was there when both of our children came home to our cabin in Conconully and because we had Beau, we had to find a place that took dogs when we moved back and that is how we ended up in Gig Harbor, 1986. Beau died when he was 12, on my son's fourth birthday, an apparent heart attack suffered as he navigated through the foot of snow that had just fallen. I was with him to say goodbye.

I don't think I could have imagined getting that attached to another pet after enduring that pain but I did. I have also written of Murphy many times. She was my 9 year old son's Christmas gift from Santa at 4 1/2 weeks old. That was 1991 and she lived with us for almost 16 years. She went through some hard times being punished on more than one occasion for chewing up something. She was paralyzed when she was 11 years old but the WSU Veterinary School was able to surgically repair the disc in her neck and while she couldn't run like before, she was able to live with us for another five years, five precious years. Murphy was the only pet I ever had for whom I had to make the end of life decision. How do you tell someone to end a life that has meant so much to so many people? It was by far the hardest decision I ever had to make but also by far one of the best. When you love, you love unconditionally and when that loved one cannot decide for themselves, you are charged with making the hard decisions for them. She died with dignity, the entire family with her to say goodbye. Everyone who knew her misses her.

Right now, as I write this rather extensive blog post, our most recent pet, Pepper the Cat, is laying on the desk in front of me, purring, wanting to use the keyboard also. I blame any typos on him. He is a rescue cat and while I have never had a cat before, he has endeared himself to me in so many ways. He loves and is loved in return.

A long post but a long life of loving pets deserves such detail. I am so grateful that I was allowed to enjoy these lives. They were so important to me in so many different ways.

Birthday Boy Factoids

So, 24 years ago my son Hal was born. Since that day, he has brightened the world for all who know him. The question is, how well does anyone really know Hal?

We certainly all know that Hal is known for his hugs. Nothing can turn a bad day around like his hugs. But did you know that the reason he is so good at it is that his brother taught him that? From the day Hal was born, his brother embraced him and never let him go.

Hal has great appreciation for all kinds of music, okay, maybe not Country, but did you know that he owes that appreciation to his Dad and he started very young on the classics, Jimmy Buffet, The Doors, War, Elton John.

His hair! Hal has beautiful hair, but did you know he was born really bald? It took him almost a year to get a full head but then it was so blond and curly everyone would comment on it. His phases of hair styles still continues to amaze, yes and shock, sometimes.

Hal was Senior Class President but did you know that the day he was born, February 17th, 1986 was actually President's Day? A coincidence? I think not.

And how many well spoken individuals like Hal can claim their first word was "Diarrhea"? Really, it was. Those who know Hal now see him as somewhat of a ham in front of an audience. The MC at the PHS Talent Contest comes to mind, not to mention his Ireland Videos. It wasn't always so. In an Easter Daycare performance of "Four Little Frogs", Hal being one of the frogs sitting on the log, just didn't want to do it and had to be lead away from the performance without finishing. He was mad at me for laughing so hard.

Hal is pretty easy going, everything just seems to always work out for him. Even the day he was born. I had to wait for one of the two birthing beds at the small Omak Hospital to open up but when it did, just a couple hours later Hal was born. Easy.

There have been some amazing birthdays in Hal's life, most of the last 5 birthdays though have been away from home. It's hard to believe that Hal didn't really have a birthday party with any friends other than his brothers for many years. We actually worried that he would never make friends. What? According to Facebook he currently has 397 friends. But in real life, he has lifelong Bu Cru friends as well as those from college, some of whom took him away from his home, again, on his birthday to spend it in Ireland of all places!

Hal loves food, just about any kind. But did you know he loved eating so much that he would sit in the backyard at the babysitters and eat caterpillars? It's true! I do think he prefers birthday cake though.

Hal just grew up cute! He was born in the small town of Conconully, Washington, population 187 at the time but moved to Gig Harbor when he was just 8 months old. He has sentimental ties to the Omak area and the apple orchard where he so often visited his grandparents. He has carved his way in the world so far with a personality that is enviable but also a humbleness that is genuine. He lives life to the fullest, loves family and friends unconditionally and cares about the world. He will make a difference! I am proud to call him my son, have him in my life and can't wait for him to be home, even though I have a feeling he is at home anywhere he is.

Happy Birthday Hal!

Elton John and Billy Joel

So, Elton John rules! He may be 65 but he can still entertain like he was 35! This may be his last tour, who knows, but if it was, it was one to remember.

This concert was supposed to take place in November but Sir Elton was hospitalized with I think pneumonia or something like that. He is back now but I don't think he was 100% yet. It didn't matter because what he did have, was all he needed.

The evening actually started off in the afternoon with the three of us walking our assess off to get from the parking at Key Arena to the waterfront. We ended up at Anthony's Bell Street Diner for dinner. The food was excellent but unfortunately the waitress not so much. We continued on to Red Robin for a drink and an update on the Cougar game and then got into a taxi to get back to Key Arena, it was downhill to the waterfront so obviously we weren't going to go back uphill. The taxi driver graced us with his own middle eastern music which has me laughing to the point of tears.

We got into the concert and of course had to stand in line for T-Shirts, overpriced as they were. When we got to our seats, there were no pianos on the stage. Very odd. We took pictures of us waiting with anticipation for the concert to begin and then, when the lights lowered, the pianos rose from under the stage, very cool!









Elton John and Billy Joel came out on stage and it was a great welcome from the concert crowd. Our seats were pretty far away but we had a great view of the close up screen and could still take in the whole stage. It was terrific! They both played a set of songs, some Elton John, some Billy Joel and the combination of their performances was something to remember.

But the highlight of the night for me was the one hour set by Elton John by himself. I am admittedly not an avid Billy Joel fan but after a slow start, his set turned out good. It's just that he did not compare to Elton John, for me.

They ended the night with Piano Man, a fitting end to a great show. If Elton John does tour again, I am going to find a way to go see him again. It was that good.

For Love of the Game

For those who know me it is well known that I love baseball. This passion began for me when I was very young, my brother whom I idolized loved baseball. He knew every stat from every player on every team. One summer, our cousin Craig came to visit and they spent the entire time playing a baseball game, the name escapes me, but I remember being in awe of just how much knowledge they both had.

In University Place, girls couldn't start playing softball until they were 8 years old. But I couldn't wait. Luckily my best friend Pam, who was two years older than me, played on a team coached by her dad and he ignored the rules and let me play when I was 7. I will always remember my first at bat on that team at the dirt field at University Place Elementary School. It was a hit up the middle and I got to first base safely. I don't remember what happened after that, I was just so happy.

There was no organized high school girls softball when I was there. It's probably a good thing because that's all I would have wanted to do and then I wouldn't have sang in choir, the musicals etc. But I played every summer, most of the time on Mr. Pollen's team. It wasn't the best team but it always made me seem better than I actually was. One year, I decided to move up and play for the "good" team coached by Mr. Gilmore. Yeah, we won lots of games but it wasn't fun. If I had not learned it already, I learned it then. Winning isn't everything.

I continued to play when I could. I loved intramurals at WSU. What a blast! I played in the summers at home with a team named RAMCO, some construction company sponsored it. At some point I stopped playing but never stopped loving the game.

When I finally had boys old enough to play baseball I, of course, had to get into coaching. I coached T-ball for four years then Gig Harbor started up the Little League. Now that was serious so I stepped back thinking that I would let better coaches than me take over. That first year was a nightmare with one son playing for a coach who had a little bit of problem with the bottle, if you know what I mean and the other playing for a coach whose philosophy for those 9 year olds was to let them learn by making mistakes, not by coaching. I had to step back into batter's box so to speak and start coaching again. This wasn't an easy task in the "Good Ole' Boys" club but I managed and eventually took my team to the championship without sacrificing the fun. Go Angels!

Now, I obviously don't play anymore but I still love the game. My husband is not quite the fan I am but he goes along for which I am truly grateful. And now, he has given me the best gift of all. I get to live my dream and go to Peoria, Arizona for Spring Training! This is something I have always wanted to do and my only regret is that I didn't do it when my dad was alive and take him. It was as much a dream for him as for me.

So, there you have it, For Love of the Game.