That was her full registered name, and she’d earned it. Born in Craig, Colorado (why didn’t I realize that was an omen for how ornery she’d be?), we drove through a snowstorm out I-70 to go pick her up, spent the night, and drove back home through another snowstorm. Next challenge: Ever tried to train a puppy in two feet of snow?
Maddy lived life to the fullest, and we marveled at…
*how powerful she was; I always thought of a lion when watching her run flat-out across the backyard, her muscles rippling
*her ADHD – I would’ve put her on ritalin if available for dogs
*that strong will – she was the first dog I needed help to train, attending “Doggie Boot Camp” for a full 2 weeks
*her sheer strength – we always joked she climbed a mountain with us twice because she’d run ahead….and then run back to us…run ahead…
*what a natural athlete she was – loved watching her swim and when hiking, conquer any obstacles in her path-boulders, downed trees, mud puddles, slippery bridges over rushing streams
Maddy made us laugh, constantly.
She was a Daddy’s Girl, always at Craig’s heels.
When she wanted out (or in), her loud bark sounded like NOW.
She was a great Hooverer, paper retriever, leash walker, spilled-on-the-floor mess cleaner upper, traveler in the car.
She loved belly rubs and ear scratching.
She’d scarf any kind of food – and anything in the backyard that slightly resembled food.
She had – as another described her – a Big Personality.
When Maddy was diagnosed with Cushings disease, I was so sure we had a year or two with her still. I wasn’t prepared for this…but I probably never would’ve been ready to let her go.
And we loved her. Faults and all. Despite the challenges.
We just…loved her.
Good bye, my sweet girl.
Oh how I miss you.