Thursday, January 11, 2018

The Story of Flash the Wonderdog....

July 2006, we had gone to the store and bought frozen items, and our 3 year old grandson was with us. I had him in the back yard, while I was inside the shop putting items in the freezer. He started talking about a puppy, I thought he meant BuddybooWhodini our long haired Dachshund who is an escape artist. I said he better not have gotten out, where is he? JD said no Mimi, this puppy, and brought a little white and red around the side where I could see him. We went to every house in the area and no one was missing a puppy, which here, isn't too unusual, people drop them off, or did back then. Anyway he was hungry, and of course we fed him, and he stayed. He house trained in 10 days, no lie. There was only one problem, as he got older he and my smooth haired Jack Russell had a love hate relationship, Huckleberry Hound could not stand the dog that came to be known as Flash, the wonderdog part came later. You see, Huckleberry had been attacked by a Rottwieler and was deathly afraid of big dogs, and Flash grew fast and got to be pretty big. He was a mix of Lab, Pittie, and we think some Boxer mixed in somewhere. JD told me, Mimi, Flash is my dog, but he has to live with you. So for almost 12 years, he lived here. He was the most protective dog that I've ever seen. He hated the UPS and FedEx guys, they got on our property with those old trucks and came to the door. The mail carrier gave him dog biscuits, and he kind of liked her. The last carrier said he was no problem, so it was just some people he didn't care for at all. He loved food from the table, and was known to steal a biscuit or something off a plate, if you turned away. He kept us in stitches, at times, laughing at his antics. We tried to keep him up and out of the neighbors yards, but if he escaped, there wasn't a steak big enough to draw his attention from taking off down the road. Usually a couple of hours later, he would come back or I would go get him and drag him home. He was an escape artist, he would figure out how to dig under, go through, or over a fence. And of course BuddybooWhodini was right behind him, following in his footsteps, and usually he headed to the cow-lot nexd door, and came back smelling so pretty, he thought. There was no using a leash on Flash, you put it on, and he would promptly sit down, and would not move as long as that leash was attached. And collars, that was another thing he hated. We finally found an old leathr belt, and made him wear that until he managed to get it off and lose it. Nothing stayed on very long. He was a good house dog, except for stealing food, he didn't bother much. He did hate cats, and there is where he and I butted heads. I ended up raising 4 kittens on a bottle after their mother couldn't feed them. I brought the first one in at 6 days old, cold wet and hungry. The other 3 followed shortly, and they lived in my bathtub, until they were 5 or 6 weeks, then we kept 2 and I had no clue how I was going to keep Flash from killing them. But we did, he got scolded a few times, and I guess he figured out that they were staying whether they were wanted or not. He only chased them one time, and he got pitched out the front door, and never to my knowledge, did he ever bother them again. Prettyboy is a white mix between Siamese and Maine Coon, and weighs in at about 20 pounds, Flash would walk up to him, and Prettyboy would slap his nose, Flash would just whine, but he would steal the catfood every chance he got. Oh and he also stole a chocolate cake (yes I know chocolate is poison to dogs, but he did it anyway) he actually didn't eat a lot of it, it didn't have icing on it. These are just some of the antics he pulled, multiply that by almost 12 years, and it was always fun. the wonder dog part came as wonder what he is doing now. He could tell time, at about 10"00pm in the evening, he would go get BuddybooWhodini and tell him it was time to go outside and make their rounds before bedtime. We knew his time was limited, he was showing his age and just not looking like the boy he had been for so many years. He still wanted outside to make his rounds around the property, and would come back and lay in the garage until he was ready to come in for a nap. This morning when we got up, we found him in the floor beside the living room door, There ends the story of Flash, but it will never take away the memories of that goofy boy. RIP Flash, you crossed the bridge.

7 comments:

Tete said...

I love this, Jettie. Oh, the stories that boy had told on him. Always in our hearts. RIP, Flashinator, the greatest wonder dog.

Unknown said...

Well that took a few Kleenex so can't imagine how you guys are doing. They always leave too soon but I believe we see them again when we go home. (Flash will probably ask you why you didn't bring a chocolate cake for him when you go home-lol)

NanaDiana said...

I read this whole thing with a huge lump in my throat and tears in my eyes, Jettie. You did him proud telling his story of how he came to be your pet and I have enjoyed the antics you have shared over the years with us. He is over the Rainbow Bridge and running free now. xo Diana

Unknown said...

Absolutely wonderful & delightful share of your years with Flash. Such love in each word. May he romp happily in Paw Heaven forever. TYSM for taking this precious animal into your home. Big hugs ~ Marydon

Gay Van Beek, Canterbury Cottage Designs said...

Our fur babies never ever leave our hearts. Thanks for this beautiful story. I found it through Diana (NanaDiana). Love you.

Cathy @ My 1929 Charmer said...

I’m so sorry for your loss. They are with us such a short time.

NanaDiana said...

This is from my friend, Ellen. I went to school with her brother who was one of the 'cool' kids with the cigarettes rolled into his t-shirt sleeve. lol

Diana---I couldn't post this to your friend, without a site--and not knowing much about computers, LOL, I sent it to you, so if you could copy it and paste it on her site, I thank you!! ❤ ..... So very sorry about your fur baby!!! Diane was a friend of my brother who we lost 2 years ago. In saying that, that is how Diane found me on FB. Funny how our path cross. Welostour fur baby of 16 year, just 18 months ago. We knew he was on his last leg. I prayed and asked God "Please don't take them at the same time." He didn't. Ralphie was 2 months old when my Dad passed away. He was such a comfort. Being raised on a dairy farm, Dad & I loved our animals. So when Ralph came into my & hubby's life at 6 wks old, he was so loved. 1/2 beagle & 1/2 poodle--looked like a cocker and a cutie with long hair. Well, he was there for me with my Dad's, Mom's and my brother's passing. I had him to love on and he just seem to know I needed that extra love. The moral of this short story, fur babies can give the human's soooo much comfort and love, we all should have them in our lives. I would like to have another doggie, but the hole in my heart from his lost, will be hard to fill. God bless. Love you Ralphie...
Ellen Harris Phillips
LOVE our fur babies....I still can't bring myself to get another puppy-dog. My heart is still in mouring....