I usually just quietly read and go about my day, but I couldn't let that "reading by myself" line slip by. I absolutely positively tried to read Farrah Rochon’s "Pardon My Frenchie," but after that character felt entitled enough to show up to SOMEBODY ELSE'S HOME because she was dragging her feet through the purchase, I closed that book and was done. That character was rattling my nerves with the nagging. I did try. I started reading two other dog books instead. (On a separate note, I've walked at least three senior dogs: two were blind and deaf, and another could see but could not walk in a straight line. The third one was so cute but just so frail. I was walking that dog with tears pouring down my face behind my sunglasses. I know I looked like the craziest Wag! walker ever, but it was breaking my heart because you could tell this was a lively dog when it was younger. My prior two dogs died at 13 and nine and seemed perfectly healthy. Just collapsed in the basement one day and the hallway with another. No long aging. No signs of sickness. I was in college when one dog died and not living with my parents when the other dog died. So seeing that was tough for me.)
Dang, sorry you didn't like the book. I thought it was a cute little read. What were the other books you read with dogs in it?
Goodness, you've had a lot of experience with senior dogs. It is so heartbreaking seeing them get older. I'm glad you were able to be there for them and give them their walks though.
Ugh, a dog just passing away all willy nilly is so sad. That happened to me as well with one of the dogs I had as a kid. I feel like when you know the dog is sick or whatever it's easier to prepare, but I guess that's kind of selfish in a way. A dog passing away without really experiencing too much pain for too long is better for the dog, but definitely a shock and hard for us. Sorry for your losses.
Other books: I reviewed two of three on BGIDW. They were from the "American Dog" series. First one was about Poppy. The other one was about Star. There was a third one, but I couldn't get into it and returned it.
Pardon My Frenchie: I liked the love interest in the book. I wrote a review about it on Amazon and I'm one of one cause everybody else haaaated him. LOL It was nonstop reviews about how much they didn't like how that man treated a dog like a dog. I wrote reminders about how he was slowly warming up to the dog.
Willy/nilly death: Honestly, I handled that FAR better than watching the elder dogs. Not to be too morbid, but I also had a 95-year-old grandfather, a 99-year-old great great grandmother and a 100-year-old great great aunt. I wasn't alive for the grandmother, but the other two were at my college graduation. They insisted they hoped they'd pass away in their sleep instead of suffer or be miserable while aging. (I know, I know. Morbid.) But I got it. The 13-year-old just peacefully went to sleep in the basement, and my father found him. I never saw him though. The 9-year-old had cancer, and we had no idea. The dog was running around like a puppy and met me at the door on New Year's Eve 2014. Before February hit, just collapsed in the hallway. We never even saw the dog cough!
Thank you for the condolences. It was over a decade ago, but I still have that second dog as my computer background 11 years later and the first dog on my computer mouse pad. I "look" at them every single day. :-)
I usually just quietly read and go about my day, but I couldn't let that "reading by myself" line slip by. I absolutely positively tried to read Farrah Rochon’s "Pardon My Frenchie," but after that character felt entitled enough to show up to SOMEBODY ELSE'S HOME because she was dragging her feet through the purchase, I closed that book and was done. That character was rattling my nerves with the nagging. I did try. I started reading two other dog books instead. (On a separate note, I've walked at least three senior dogs: two were blind and deaf, and another could see but could not walk in a straight line. The third one was so cute but just so frail. I was walking that dog with tears pouring down my face behind my sunglasses. I know I looked like the craziest Wag! walker ever, but it was breaking my heart because you could tell this was a lively dog when it was younger. My prior two dogs died at 13 and nine and seemed perfectly healthy. Just collapsed in the basement one day and the hallway with another. No long aging. No signs of sickness. I was in college when one dog died and not living with my parents when the other dog died. So seeing that was tough for me.)
Dang, sorry you didn't like the book. I thought it was a cute little read. What were the other books you read with dogs in it?
Goodness, you've had a lot of experience with senior dogs. It is so heartbreaking seeing them get older. I'm glad you were able to be there for them and give them their walks though.
Ugh, a dog just passing away all willy nilly is so sad. That happened to me as well with one of the dogs I had as a kid. I feel like when you know the dog is sick or whatever it's easier to prepare, but I guess that's kind of selfish in a way. A dog passing away without really experiencing too much pain for too long is better for the dog, but definitely a shock and hard for us. Sorry for your losses.
Other books: I reviewed two of three on BGIDW. They were from the "American Dog" series. First one was about Poppy. The other one was about Star. There was a third one, but I couldn't get into it and returned it.
Pardon My Frenchie: I liked the love interest in the book. I wrote a review about it on Amazon and I'm one of one cause everybody else haaaated him. LOL It was nonstop reviews about how much they didn't like how that man treated a dog like a dog. I wrote reminders about how he was slowly warming up to the dog.
Willy/nilly death: Honestly, I handled that FAR better than watching the elder dogs. Not to be too morbid, but I also had a 95-year-old grandfather, a 99-year-old great great grandmother and a 100-year-old great great aunt. I wasn't alive for the grandmother, but the other two were at my college graduation. They insisted they hoped they'd pass away in their sleep instead of suffer or be miserable while aging. (I know, I know. Morbid.) But I got it. The 13-year-old just peacefully went to sleep in the basement, and my father found him. I never saw him though. The 9-year-old had cancer, and we had no idea. The dog was running around like a puppy and met me at the door on New Year's Eve 2014. Before February hit, just collapsed in the hallway. We never even saw the dog cough!
Thank you for the condolences. It was over a decade ago, but I still have that second dog as my computer background 11 years later and the first dog on my computer mouse pad. I "look" at them every single day. :-)
HAPPY NEW YEAR!