tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-41575875909288594902024-03-06T00:31:46.528-05:00My Airedales and MeNancyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12136584654825212359noreply@blogger.comBlogger111125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157587590928859490.post-38557300550636376502023-12-04T23:40:00.006-05:002023-12-04T23:40:50.114-05:00One Sunny Day<span style="font-family: Josefin Sans;">My mum and I were taking a walk on that sunny day and Mum noticed our black shadows. She took some photos of me.
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We are a very distinctive breed, don't you think?.</span><br />
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Nancy here. And I wonder if Nona will roll around in the snow like she did the frost!<br />
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We hope you have a fun day.<br />
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--Nancy and Nona.<br />
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Nancyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12136584654825212359noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157587590928859490.post-59835448451893090342023-12-02T18:20:00.003-05:002023-12-03T15:20:51.166-05:00Leaf MagnetThat's Nona, about two weeks ago. <br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4kHCAKlqSrMwVIIjN-YKDvzq1OolyJ1z-3Nmpe19_veq1ZhLJTbHNPhyphenhyphenCfwQ7jyUww5Zte5hG_dlCY7CAQScOHoDrhG8d_n-r6ubZw1L4di-jlfz0K3GxkH4JRIAgM8woYOMiOXc2GTG__CmF3YQehouMR2nLFl2_CfhHYF1-p6Hmd4CWI9y9G_wXC4Kk/s3264/20231110_172225.jpg" style="display: block; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; padding: 0em 0px; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2448" data-original-width="3264" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4kHCAKlqSrMwVIIjN-YKDvzq1OolyJ1z-3Nmpe19_veq1ZhLJTbHNPhyphenhyphenCfwQ7jyUww5Zte5hG_dlCY7CAQScOHoDrhG8d_n-r6ubZw1L4di-jlfz0K3GxkH4JRIAgM8woYOMiOXc2GTG__CmF3YQehouMR2nLFl2_CfhHYF1-p6Hmd4CWI9y9G_wXC4Kk/w400-h300/20231110_172225.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"What are you looking at?"</td></tr></tbody></table>
One of her favorite things to do outside in the yard is run after her tennis ball, prance around with it, then roll around on the ground. The leaves attach to her fur but, thankfully, they brush off easily before she comes inside.<br />
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It was 23 degrees, with frost, the other day. I thought Nona would just run and play but she was her happy self rolling around on the ground. She sticks her paws in the air, then twists and turns on her back, and happily chew her ball. What a girl!<br />
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Her fur is growing and she could do with a clip but I don't really want to send her into winter with short hair. Brrrrr. Maybe just a trim will do. <br />
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--Nancy.<br />
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Nancyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12136584654825212359noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157587590928859490.post-41133923240750521542023-10-28T07:00:00.001-04:002023-10-28T07:00:00.199-04:00Nona and the KittenNona said she would like to tell this story....<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPNFsf90ufBGcOKkXefdMjrEdn3mfY68OhUwYXTMuK7hmppDTOy1zjB9WgYAx7K0fHIFlawHVcUNwI609JPZxY33aWyGctVUY2H6KbJBN1F9MmPKVFgjxhyftov9A46ghGMFIRgFZTcmsgWXVrQUhK7Wh-YwomVYyGSqczG_ZcQn0mhuM6gKa7QsoIIG3N/s1243/20231011_105628c.jpg" style="clear: right; display: block; float: right; padding: 0em 12px; text-align: center;"><img alt="" border="0" data-original-height="1243" data-original-width="915" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPNFsf90ufBGcOKkXefdMjrEdn3mfY68OhUwYXTMuK7hmppDTOy1zjB9WgYAx7K0fHIFlawHVcUNwI609JPZxY33aWyGctVUY2H6KbJBN1F9MmPKVFgjxhyftov9A46ghGMFIRgFZTcmsgWXVrQUhK7Wh-YwomVYyGSqczG_ZcQn0mhuM6gKa7QsoIIG3N/s320/20231011_105628c.jpg" /></a><span style="font-family: Josefin Sans;"> Two Wednesday afternoons ago, Mum and I were outside playing. I chased the ball, raced around with it in my mouth (my mum calls it prancing), and rolled in the leaves. Then Mum asked, "What kind of bird is making that sound? It's not like any bird I've heard before." Mum kept looking around for a bird but there weren't any. Next, she looked over the fence to the other side of the yard trying to figure out where the sound was coming from. Then she walked that way, and I ran that way, and the next thing you know, we saw a tiny kitten.<br /></span>
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I want you to know I keep a clean yard. No squirrels, no birds, no cats, no other animals come into my yard and get to stay there if I'm outside. I chase them away. So when I saw that kitten on the other side of the fence, I was at the gate ready to run through as Mum opened it. I was eager to meet that cat and take care of it so it wouldn't come into my yard. But she wouldn't let me go through the gate.<br /></span>
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All I could do was watch what was going on. She went inside by the other door (and left me outside!) and was in there for a while, probably talking to my pop. She came back out with a dish of wet cat food that my human sister keeps here for when her cats visit. That kitten ate and ate and ate.<br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJn58wD6nkmoekaIHWxoHT3XWC2fFeHnjL7W8p2odwXqyYOaOmjFCHQ6ZR73afXi4oOwevzyIR10Sb-ONCyCSxjfgdHqeeielaoXtae6azAdupru-UQcWJns1syuhZHBtQuYAU9Aj72FJCNlJRZ5fwtATYUtKeWghUigr3_rJQMnad3x4_KJDT0oiAIG4t/s2492/20231018_131552.jpg" style="display: block; padding: 1em 0px; text-align: center;"><img alt="" border="0" data-original-height="1669" data-original-width="2492" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJn58wD6nkmoekaIHWxoHT3XWC2fFeHnjL7W8p2odwXqyYOaOmjFCHQ6ZR73afXi4oOwevzyIR10Sb-ONCyCSxjfgdHqeeielaoXtae6azAdupru-UQcWJns1syuhZHBtQuYAU9Aj72FJCNlJRZ5fwtATYUtKeWghUigr3_rJQMnad3x4_KJDT0oiAIG4t/s320/20231018_131552.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>
<span style="font-family: Josefin Sans;">After it finished eating the kitten hid in the bushes again but Mum squatted and encouraged it to come out. She took it inside--leaving me behind again!--to show my pop and see what he thought. They decided it was too young to be outside alone and guessed its mom was a feral cat. They put it in our breezeway with a little bed and a litter box and Mum contacted a bunch of cat rescue places but no one wanted the kitten. They said they were all full. One of the places said not to bother leaving it outside for its mom to come because it was already weaned. Then my mum contacted several people she thought might want a kitty, but they didn't. The next night it was too cold for it to stay in the breezeway so they brought it into the house--MY house, which I already share with two cats when they visit! <br /></span>
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My human sister and her two cats came on Sunday to stay for four days and she decided she would adopt the kitten. It was itchy and scratching so they gave it a Dawn bath and saw that it had fleas. My mum puts flea treatment on me so I don't have to get a Dawn bath. My sister or my mum combs the kitten with a flea comb several times a day, searching for fleas. My sister will take it away this coming Wednesday. Hooray!<br /></span>
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This is what the kitten looks like. Mum doesn't love cats but she said if it had been a grey or a grey tabby, she <i>might</i> have wanted to keep it. I'm glad it's neither of those colors! I want Mum to myself again.
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We're calling the kitten It because we can't tell whether it's a female or a male. The vet couldn't tell from photos but after it visits the vet on Monday, we'll know and then my daughter will give it a name. <br />
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What a busy time it's been at our house this past week.<br />
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--Nancy and <span style="font-family: Josefin Sans;">Nona</span><br />
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Nancyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12136584654825212359noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157587590928859490.post-20639213961884824122023-10-27T01:00:00.001-04:002023-10-27T13:01:28.171-04:00Airedale Bedhead I smile every morning when Nona greets me. It's because of her bedhead muzzle and beard. They are always askew after a night's sleep, or even a nap.<br />
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRmRZFAtlc3VabFPossyirH0WM6DjeoQnmruHaS9SeMK9uHo9rQ0_ezTWLr629wEsjSgXdVOjQgA61ip5QDWpSm05tD1-zHIi39OxEllskp2Q8jWzKE9VK5DnniRykdzoJTCNkWgcDo4W0Q9frTZ2D1WtpUfbPqZ7t0p-xRab_YQ-Dj8rvzBqJT1rQD9EM/s2154/Bedhead-Nona-004.jpg" style="display: block; padding: 1em 0px; text-align: center;"><img alt="" border="0" data-original-height="1681" data-original-width="2154" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRmRZFAtlc3VabFPossyirH0WM6DjeoQnmruHaS9SeMK9uHo9rQ0_ezTWLr629wEsjSgXdVOjQgA61ip5QDWpSm05tD1-zHIi39OxEllskp2Q8jWzKE9VK5DnniRykdzoJTCNkWgcDo4W0Q9frTZ2D1WtpUfbPqZ7t0p-xRab_YQ-Dj8rvzBqJT1rQD9EM/s400/Bedhead-Nona-004.jpg" width="400" /></a>She has no clue my smile borders on laughter at her appearance. Even if she knew, I think she would join in. Airedales love to make their people laugh. <br />
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There are a million reasons to love an Airedale and this mess of a muzzle and beard is one of them!<br />
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--Nancy.<br />
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Nancyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12136584654825212359noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157587590928859490.post-45840456671290731382023-09-24T20:40:00.002-04:002023-10-27T13:02:03.565-04:00The Height of Airedale Fashion...<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGgyRPvZngyCLUEIOmQ0ieFc4zGPtOH4UJOduS3jk4Xmyz-4JztYwFH6WseXDgOmV0m_ZzY0Qez2-H9kjDfAO_vvpMELUMxlLSMAufOIT1kCkd3T7eeVt_b30pm2W1CTL0KWHmCLqet5GGAZDn6wgoWFh9DBFcoQ0ILpcb0O-KhjwIvdsqKSI9F9QObk3F/s1929/20230924_122855.jpg" style="display: block; padding: 1em 0px; text-align: center;"><img alt="Airedale Nona wearing t-shirt as post-spay surgery protecton" border="0" data-original-height="1929" data-original-width="1498" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGgyRPvZngyCLUEIOmQ0ieFc4zGPtOH4UJOduS3jk4Xmyz-4JztYwFH6WseXDgOmV0m_ZzY0Qez2-H9kjDfAO_vvpMELUMxlLSMAufOIT1kCkd3T7eeVt_b30pm2W1CTL0KWHmCLqet5GGAZDn6wgoWFh9DBFcoQ0ILpcb0O-KhjwIvdsqKSI9F9QObk3F/w249-h320/20230924_122855.jpg" title="Airedale Nona wearing t-shirt as post-spay surgery protecton" width="249" /></a></div>
...for the just-spayed lady, to prevent chewing and licking. Nona doesn't know how silly she looks.<br />
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In case you can't tell what she's wearing, we bought a package of men's strap t-shirts. We put one over her head with the back toward her chest and the front over her back. We put her head through the neck hole and her legs through the armholes. We tied a knot in the hem so her legs wouldn't catch and trip on the shrit. She wore this when going outside to do her business. <br />
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When inside most of the time, she also wore a shirt over her back end. The hem of the shirt went over her bottom first which allowed her tail to go through neck hole and her legs to go through the armholes. When both shirts were on, I pinned the top shirt behind her neckline so it wouldn't slide off or drag low and trip her.
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She looked pretty silly but she was protected, and since she was on limited activity it wasn't like she was out and about in the neighborhood, the park, or stores. Even if people had laughed, she probably would have enjoyed it.<br />
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It's been 11 days since her surgery and I think the incision is healed. The amazing thing is that she never tried to touch it, not to bite or scratch or lick it. Amazing!<br />
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We hope you're having good days and enjoying the beginning of autumn.<br />
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--Nancy and Nona.<br />
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Nancyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12136584654825212359noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157587590928859490.post-6668271990518183762023-09-14T15:19:00.001-04:002023-10-27T13:02:15.089-04:00Nona Gets a Bath, a Clip, and a SpayAiredales can look cute, cuddly, and adorable or smart, sleek, and stylish. I think it mostly depends on appearance, particularly, the length of their hair. (Of course, whether you want to cuddle an Airedale may also depend on whether her hair is brushed and whether she smells clean and fresh.) This is Nona, ungroomed (with her ears in helicoptor mode) ready and willing for a hug, a pet, a cuddle.<br />
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But the thing with letting an Airedale's hair grow is that it grows and grows and grows until it's a shaggy, straggly mess. For Airedales, grooming includes clipping or <a href="https://www.thehonestkitchen.com/blogs/pet-obsessed/basics-of-hand-stripping" target="_blank">stripping</a> their coats. Since Nona's not a show girl she gets a clip. <br />
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But a bath comes before a clip. I didn't take any bath photos because we were a little busy with water, shampoo, cleaning her fur, and rinsing. Too much water for a phone. She didn't love her bath but she was agreeable. At least she didn't try to jump out of the tub mid-bath, and she mostly waited till she was towel-dried and covered with a towel before shaking. Good girl!<br />
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The day after her bath, I gave Nona a clip. There are no photos of that, either. It's been more than four years since I clipped an Airedale so I was a
little out of practice and paying close attention. We got the job done but let's just say there
will be some editing, adjustments, and improvements to the clip over the next few weeks. Thanks goodness hair grows!<br />
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All clean, dry, and clipped, Nona was a happy girl, especially as she rolled around in the grass. I love her big smile.<br />
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Five days after the clip I took her for a spay. She was pleased and excited when we arrived at the vet's office
yesterday morning. She's a social girl and loves to be out and about meeting and greeting people. I filled out some forms and then she happily walked away with the vet
tech--and I sorrowfully drove home.<br />
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Later in the afternoon I went to get her. The tech went over home-going instructions with me, then went back to bring Nona to the outer office. During that time, a couple
with two cats in carriers came in for an appointment. When Nona arrived
with the vet tech, she glanced at me, gave me the side-eye, then stopped
to greet the other humans. I wondered how long it
would take me to get back in her good graces. Thankfully, it wasn't
long.<br />
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Poor girl. I know she wasn't in pain but gosh, she was dopey. She just stood, or stood near me to get pets. She finally decided to lie down, then fell asleep for a while. A few hours later, I offered her a little food. She accepted the food but refused to drink water. <br />
<br />When the vet called after surgery to report, I asked whether she could go up stairs, since that's where the bedrooms are. He said it would be fine as long as she didn't race up the steps. So we went up to bed later in the evening (after she went outside and did nothing).<br />
<br />She's happier today but doesn't have much energy. I was hoping she would leave the incision alone but as a precaution, I put a men's tank top over her head and pulled it back to cover her back and belly. I think I added insult to injury when, after I saw her head too close to her incision, I pulled another shirt over her from behind with her tail in the head hole and her legs in the arm holes, to make it harder for her to get anywhere near the incision.. I'm glad it's not a hot day! <br />
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We hope all is well with you.<br />
Nancy and Nona<br />
Nancyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12136584654825212359noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157587590928859490.post-69216881133254728722023-08-29T22:49:00.001-04:002023-08-29T22:49:35.518-04:00Book: The Money TreeI'm always exciting to find children's books with Airedales. This one is <i>The Money Tree,</i> written by Sarah Stewart and illustrated by David Small.<br />
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I love this investigative stance which is so true to the character of Airedales. <br />
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--Nancy.<br />
<br />Nancyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12136584654825212359noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157587590928859490.post-37610677118670084472023-08-25T14:36:00.002-04:002023-10-27T13:02:24.352-04:00Nona's Recent Doings<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcGOW459lxqeaEuG1hKQHBrIBdKxy_Fz7K6COxvVA29_WfromPL1xzgbrVRUji2fONLXCNP-SD9KgpVxzIHepkzaZr4zIPfUNzfgkSbeyYhMUcXUdJfMJdhOJoK6Gi1QMPyWOUKVAzj7qVoj4YpO-D-UkeWXOcSxMRnZvPoHEJNq7-uzSmQXwRQGyRRgkY/s3264/20230814_175140.jpg" style="display: block; padding: 1em 0px; text-align: center;"><img alt="Airedale Nona" border="0" data-original-height="3264" data-original-width="2448" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcGOW459lxqeaEuG1hKQHBrIBdKxy_Fz7K6COxvVA29_WfromPL1xzgbrVRUji2fONLXCNP-SD9KgpVxzIHepkzaZr4zIPfUNzfgkSbeyYhMUcXUdJfMJdhOJoK6Gi1QMPyWOUKVAzj7qVoj4YpO-D-UkeWXOcSxMRnZvPoHEJNq7-uzSmQXwRQGyRRgkY/w300-h400/20230814_175140.jpg" title="Airedale Nona" width="300" /></a></div>
Finally, Nona looks at the camera for a photo. Tight-lipped, not thrilled, but it's a start.<br />
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Here she is in all her golden/tan, glorious color. Interested in something other than the camera, of course.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2ECgh-ZafWwHTh8XcJAdSWBzbrTkbflygT0Tc5YrkqqG7fkHbbzKzk5RjK2DN9cnIL-yW7rgu1GI1zoZxd_MlASfpY-OVrfpxpfDtJHbrjFJBHv9CnRvsQp4ytmYcIdoy_ZLUiTsdgVqTl8bKW3kOZd9z_k4m62NC5p_4uT9e8iYFCOXBpqEjGWnAXMI3/s3264/20230803_113659.jpg" style="display: block; padding: 1em 0px; text-align: center;"><img alt="Airedale Nona" border="0" data-original-height="3264" data-original-width="2448" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2ECgh-ZafWwHTh8XcJAdSWBzbrTkbflygT0Tc5YrkqqG7fkHbbzKzk5RjK2DN9cnIL-yW7rgu1GI1zoZxd_MlASfpY-OVrfpxpfDtJHbrjFJBHv9CnRvsQp4ytmYcIdoy_ZLUiTsdgVqTl8bKW3kOZd9z_k4m62NC5p_4uT9e8iYFCOXBpqEjGWnAXMI3/w300-h400/20230803_113659.jpg" title="Airedale Nona" width="300" /></a></div>
She is the first Airedale I've known who is not interested in mailing tubes. When I first pulled it out, I think she thought I was going to hit her and she ran. I've been desensitizing her by standing it on end and having her watch me drop a biscuit into the tube, then teaching her to nudge the tube to tip it over so she can get the biscuit. She's doing it consistently now, but has no interest in touching the tube. I hope she'll eventually find joy in carrying and tossing the tube. <br />
<br />We thought she might like a pool of water, especially in this heat we've been having. We dragged out a child's pool that was in the garage, then added 3-4 gallons of water, just enough to cover most of the bottom. <div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtAvFy0SJq_IzvTWeMu5U3H6D7Gup9YGpExUrKEZbmsV6JIA4AZ0TZWcpFHif3H6zsiMFs6Hc1Uo-TN-izQWqid_OIALsaLYQdbcxQLvgvr3pyI_btmYILsvlBP1rgjrKbhX2SGnKkle02u2dfwdRePxp_iOPZXb9kIkOjf8ZAhdD2oT-5JnL6evFsztX2/s3264/20230822_194231.jpg" style="display: block; padding: 1em 0px; text-align: center;"><img alt="Airedale Nona with her back to the camera" border="0" data-original-height="3264" data-original-width="2448" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtAvFy0SJq_IzvTWeMu5U3H6D7Gup9YGpExUrKEZbmsV6JIA4AZ0TZWcpFHif3H6zsiMFs6Hc1Uo-TN-izQWqid_OIALsaLYQdbcxQLvgvr3pyI_btmYILsvlBP1rgjrKbhX2SGnKkle02u2dfwdRePxp_iOPZXb9kIkOjf8ZAhdD2oT-5JnL6evFsztX2/w300-h400/20230822_194231.jpg" title="Airedale Nona with her back to the camera" width="300" /></a></div>
She looked at it disdainfully, sniffed, then turned away. I lifted her
front paws, then her back paws so she was standing in the pool. No way
was she interested She watched from afar. <br />
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I think her real-life experiences have been limited, so a lot of things are new to her. I'm glad to be the one to offer her new, but sad that at five years, they are new.<br />
<br />She still delights in playing "Where's Nona" with a handkerchief. I love it that she pulls off the handkerchief, rolls onto her side for pets and belly rubs, then settles next to me for hugs, all the time with a smile. The behavior is so puppy-ish. I hope her Airedale humor blossoms.<br />
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She went to the vet today for a pre-spay blood draw and two vaccines. She did great! We walked in to find two small dogs on a bench with their owner and a cat in a carrier and its owner. She ignored the dogs, looked at the cat with curiosity but didn't go near, then sat. I didn't tell her stay and she was up in a minute. Then I asked her to sit <b>and</b> stay which she did until the tech came to take her back for the blood draw. Excellent girl, excellent learner!<br />
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I've been looking through a book about the Canine Good Citizen (CGC) test. I know she needs more socialization but it's been so hot to take her out for longer than a few minutes. Cool weather will be here soon and then I hope she can go along most of the time. There are other things we can work on for the CGC, then I'll have to learn where she can take it.<br />
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Bye for now from Nona and me.<br />
--Nancy and Nona<br />
Nancyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12136584654825212359noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157587590928859490.post-53053979457637342872023-08-09T00:30:00.002-04:002023-08-25T19:37:21.288-04:00"Our Airedale 'On Guard'" by Rose G. Eliot Smith<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRnvx-bELHuGnv1pOPh7H7WvkgzNiijyDLEgRCWEnurnW9EJMKl5NPD81IOWpKYGKqlTKwvZkKwmIld-B_wdkBBFQ87u1Lw8qXkcl1qeCkRK4P6jw6MBpkTpnF3mjaW5LGsSGPWrOskCh9L4lkaxymwZxVSxcjA_1W-ZG1qrUfsNli3Jfl6Z8eFQI99w5K/s609/Our%20Airedale%20on%20Guard%20by%20Rose%20G.%20Eliot%20Smith.jpg" style="display: block; padding: 1em 0px; text-align: center;"><img alt="poem "Our Airedale on Guard"" border="0" data-original-height="609" data-original-width="400" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRnvx-bELHuGnv1pOPh7H7WvkgzNiijyDLEgRCWEnurnW9EJMKl5NPD81IOWpKYGKqlTKwvZkKwmIld-B_wdkBBFQ87u1Lw8qXkcl1qeCkRK4P6jw6MBpkTpnF3mjaW5LGsSGPWrOskCh9L4lkaxymwZxVSxcjA_1W-ZG1qrUfsNli3Jfl6Z8eFQI99w5K/w421-h640/Our%20Airedale%20on%20Guard%20by%20Rose%20G.%20Eliot%20Smith.jpg" title="poem "Our Airedale on Guard"" width="421" /></a></div>
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from<br /><i><a href="https://www.google.com/books/edition/My_Airedale/yb4VaQ3vv3UC?hl=en&gbpv=1&dq=Airedale&printsec=frontcover" target="_blank">My Airedale and Other Verses</a></i><br />
by Rose G. Eliot Smith<br />
1927<br /><br />
--Nancy.<br />
Nancyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12136584654825212359noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157587590928859490.post-70459685165792095622023-08-06T21:14:00.002-04:002023-10-27T13:02:52.756-04:00Our AireGirl Has a Name!After considering more than four dozen names, and trying out more than a dozen for a day or two each, we finally settled on Nona (with a long o) for our girl. We used it for a day or two, then wondered if she might confuse it with "No" and went back to other possible names. I realized that we really don't have to use "No" very often and since we hadn't found any other name that seemed right, she became Nona. Does she like it? Well, she responds to it, and that's what matters.
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call her name, she looks, but when she sees the camera she immediately looks away.
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thing is so much more interesting when someone has a camera pointed in her
direction.<br />
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<u>What's New?</u><br />
Nona is learning to play! Who knew it would be hard to teach an Airedale to play?! One of the first games was "Where's Nona?" I put a large handkerchief over her face and said, "Where's Nona?" At first she just sat there. I pulled the handkerchief off and excitedly responded with, "There's Nona!" After a few tries over a few days, she pulled the handkerchief off with her paw, and looked so pleased with herself. Big praise and hugs for her! Funnily, she gets excited about this game.<br />
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Next, I held the handkerchief up in front of me and asked her where I was. By then she knew the game, but instead of pulling if down from my face, she went around the side of the handkerchief and stuck her face in front of me. Smarty pants. Again, big praise for Nona.<br />
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We're working on take it and leave it. She almost seems offended when I close my hand around a treat when I tell her to leave it, but she's slowly learning. Of course, "take it" is easy.<br />
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And the best fun is that she's actually begun to run after a tennis ball when I throw it in the yard, then she pushes it with her paw or nose to send it rolling again, then runs after it again (and again, sometimes). It's too hot to play this game for long.<br />
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There's one thing I'm trying to teach her not to do. When she gets excited she gently mouths my arms or hands. I don't mind it but I don't think it's safe. If she were to play with grandchildren, it would not be good for her to use her toothy mouth that way. She's getting better about this. The thing about teaching a behavior change is that the dog has to perform the unwanted behavior and receive a correction to know it's something not to do.<br />
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There's so much for a five-year-old Airedale to learn!<br />
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Since Nona won't pose for the camera, I thought I'd share this Airedale. <br />
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I hope you're having fun!<br />
--Nancy.<br />
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Nancyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12136584654825212359noreply@blogger.com0Ohio, USA40.4172871 -82.90712300000001312.107053263821157 -118.06337300000001 68.727520936178848 -47.750873000000013tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157587590928859490.post-75613582319239353442023-07-22T19:00:00.006-04:002023-10-27T13:04:51.223-04:00AireGirl Update, July 22, 2023<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRTdIxhJdJDloTylq4vQ-noCO0qOHQ_GMNnXLvJ46-FLaUw6Oxml5YVYmjhaQawl_oc1ffoV7SGyFywMGa1Pz4RMwBu-X-flDM9OVlPWWJ3r9eLJL1J9r_ryH3p3N_zy2vZKMNTC9Z-SaLPL26aK4ugNNjnclBETyRrZGcD0KfPke2-dZDIRYXa6S5vteG/s2548/20230721_093441.jpg" style="display: block; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; padding: 0em 0px; text-align: center;"><img alt="Airedale Nona, a bundle of fur" border="0" data-original-height="2448" data-original-width="2548" height="384" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRTdIxhJdJDloTylq4vQ-noCO0qOHQ_GMNnXLvJ46-FLaUw6Oxml5YVYmjhaQawl_oc1ffoV7SGyFywMGa1Pz4RMwBu-X-flDM9OVlPWWJ3r9eLJL1J9r_ryH3p3N_zy2vZKMNTC9Z-SaLPL26aK4ugNNjnclBETyRrZGcD0KfPke2-dZDIRYXa6S5vteG/w400-h384/20230721_093441.jpg" title="Airedale Nona, a bundle of fur" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A bundle of fur.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table>
Adopting an older Airedale is an interesting experience. No matter the age, they come with their own personalities, but older 'dales come with everything they've learned, too, both good and less-than-good. In AireGirl's case, she's comfortable with thunder and lightening but hesitant about the rattle of a pan in the kitchen and the thud of a book falling to the floor. There are other common, everyday things that she's hesitant about. It makes me wonder how much she did not experience in her previous situation....<br />
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<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9zAC8Xr7n6_agWpuh36L29QKM6YLdL4BsDpoVX9Ra4WltaamKmmMUeyR-GYMZeA6IKfDwbbjOiJh93qLKfo3T5Glsk6Q6ztj15ddR4Ba2HeU4TmPsQrcfLiNNzlXSoX88famdARbnLBNSjVV-kspRyM_Ml_CMn6v83OyDl1rRVvgdbW5MLZ8Rk1QUB2q9/s3264/20230716_125157.jpg" style="display: block; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; padding: 0em 0px; text-align: center;"><img alt="Airedale Nona, her teeth showing" border="0" data-original-height="2448" data-original-width="3264" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9zAC8Xr7n6_agWpuh36L29QKM6YLdL4BsDpoVX9Ra4WltaamKmmMUeyR-GYMZeA6IKfDwbbjOiJh93qLKfo3T5Glsk6Q6ztj15ddR4Ba2HeU4TmPsQrcfLiNNzlXSoX88famdARbnLBNSjVV-kspRyM_Ml_CMn6v83OyDl1rRVvgdbW5MLZ8Rk1QUB2q9/w400-h300/20230716_125157.jpg" title="Airedale Nona, her teeth showing" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">AireGirl completely relaxed.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table>
AireGirl has begun to blossom in the three weeks she's been her. She no longer feels like she has to stay by my side in our fenced yard. She has begun exploring and investigating. She discovered a cat on the other side of the fence and checks the area very time we go out.<br />
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She has begun doing tuckbuttruns. The joy of seeing them!<br />
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She playbows to invite a chase. What fun! <br />
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And she has--once--done a twirl or spin. Does you Airedale do that, too? She gets excited and then dances or twists in a circle until she's spinning. She is only the second Airedale we've had who has done that. Look out if she twirls too close because it could knock a person off balance. <br />
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She is not food motivated and turned up her nose at her dog food, ignored treats, and turned her back on food rewards for doing as requested. All that until we discovered pill pockets/pouches. They are soft and appealing. I cut each into 12 or 15 pieces so she gets just a tiny taste, but they are motivating to her when I ask for a sit or a down. That pleases me a lot because I found it hard to train with praise as the only reward. She already gets so many pets and hugs, they didn't mean anything to her as praise for doing a job. <br />
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She continues to be camera shy. I hope that improves as I take more photos of her, and I hope my photo-taking skills improve, too. <br />
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I'm still working on teaching her to tell me she needs or wants to go outside. We have a bell on the door but she's uncertain about it. I try to remember to ring it whenever we go out, hoping she'll get the idea.<br />
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She does not yet have a new name. Her previous name ended with the sound "see" and she seems to like and respond to names that end that way. We've tried out many. She seems to me like a Pippa, but her human sister has a cat named Pippa, so that name's out. But maybe Pippin, Pipsy for short. Other names we've considered are Minna, Jenna, Mia, Myma, Tansy, and Tedda. Oh, and Lizbet --> Little Bit--> Bitsy. She is a standard size Airedale but because of her demeanor she seems young. <br />
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There's more -- isn't there always more with an Airedale? But I'll post another time.<br />
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--Nancy.<br />Nancyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12136584654825212359noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157587590928859490.post-78614969550886358392023-07-10T19:00:00.011-04:002023-10-27T13:05:01.610-04:00Welcoming a New AireGirlIt had been more than four years since the presence of an Airedale graced our home. <div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJRzumAwdJZsxI1VL57qz0a4aI5au8kFbW7RGWvvIdubvY-W5uG3bAcgjZX419gK2ypEIIL9ZQnRG-rjb9bVWPlcVfZt2cBLtv6yVsken4l1tq6iWxxvvSxYXOepPJh-pB4BeQDCZtczjVjyg7cjGkC5y-iqux5Ma6o1ZfolUBQF4SVc90hLFQ9YB3FyGW/s2561/20230708_103557.jpg" style="display: block; padding: 1em 0px; text-align: center;"><img alt="Airedale Nona" border="0" data-original-height="2561" data-original-width="1977" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJRzumAwdJZsxI1VL57qz0a4aI5au8kFbW7RGWvvIdubvY-W5uG3bAcgjZX419gK2ypEIIL9ZQnRG-rjb9bVWPlcVfZt2cBLtv6yVsken4l1tq6iWxxvvSxYXOepPJh-pB4BeQDCZtczjVjyg7cjGkC5y-iqux5Ma6o1ZfolUBQF4SVc90hLFQ9YB3FyGW/w309-h400/20230708_103557.jpg" title="Airedale Nona" width="309" /></a></div>
We welcomed this new AireGirl on June 30. She is a retired mama, a little more than five years old. And she is oh, so sweet.<br />
<br />She is well-mannered both inside and out, watchful to see my next move, interested in our activities but not necessarily in joining in. She walks well on lead and respectfully allows humans to go into and out of doors before her. Best of all, she comes when called. If outside, she races to me when I call and, if inside, she comes quickly. She has some learning to do, too, though. She won't sit or lie down on command, doesn't know wait or stay, and when greeting people she enthusiastically jumps up on her toes. And there are plenty of other commands, along with hand signals, she can learn. She seems a little hesitant or insecure sometimes. Often, her ears are pulled to the side and her tail is down, indications that she is nervous or uncertain. (And who wouldn't be uncertain when in a new and unfamiliar home with strangers?!) <br />
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It was fun to see her outside yesterday, ears alert, tail high, racing to the fence to tell the neighbor he shouldn't be mowing so close to her fence, then racing back to me when I called her. <br />
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She loves being near me, especially, though she likes other family members, too, and enjoys being petted or getting any kind of attention. She's not much interested in treats or toys--a real people dog.<br />
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We had visitors yesterday. She came in from outside, greeted them, and asked for pets. (She did not jump up, I think because they were here when she came in. Had she been inside when they came, she would probably have jumped to welcome them.) She tried to sniff. (Bad manners!) Then she laid on the floor and eventually stretched out on her side for a snooze. I'm glad she felt safe.<br />
<br />Observations about AireGirl since she's been here.<br /><ul style="text-align: left;"><li>
She does not like to walk in grass after a rain and does not like being out in the rain. (Me, either.)</li>
<li>She doesn't like fireworks but instead of cowering or trying to hide as our previous Airedales have done, she comes to me for assurance in the form of pets.</li>
<li>Outside, cats are critters of interest, to be chased if possible. Inside, cats are animals to be respected because they hiss. Two cats visit us periodically. </li>
<li>Much like Hannah, AireGirl does not like to be photographed, at least not these past few days. I hope that changes. </li>
<li>The water in the water bowl is dirty if she's taken a drink and she will not drink from it again until it's been rinsed and has clean water. <br /></li></ul><br />She will have a new name but we haven't decided yet what it will be. What name will fit her personality (which we're still discovering)? It needs two syllables with the accent on the first. We should decide soon so she can learn it.<br />
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I hope you're having fun with your Airedales!<br />
--Nancy.<br />
Nancyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12136584654825212359noreply@blogger.com0Ohio, USA40.4172871 -82.90712300000001312.107053263821157 -118.06337300000001 68.727520936178848 -47.750873000000013tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157587590928859490.post-59262194210088199582023-07-09T22:03:00.002-04:002023-07-09T22:03:20.508-04:00Airedale Behavior: Snorfle<blockquote>
<div class="yuRUbf">snorfle, v.<br />loud and enthusiastic sniffing of the ground by a large dog in the hope of something to eat or something dead to roll on.</div></blockquote><div class="yuRUbf"><span class="aCOpRe"><span></span></span></div>
There seem to be various definitions of this word, but this is the most accurate one I found as relates to Airedale terriers. It's the "loud and enthusiastic" part that makes this different from the common sniffing the ground. Sometimes the 'dales use their noses to move leaves and dirt around to get a deeper snorfle. Ya gotta love Airedales!<br />
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I think every Airedale who's ever lived with us has snorfled.
How about your Airedales? <br />
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Nancyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12136584654825212359noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157587590928859490.post-74577008979845141272020-03-12T00:51:00.000-04:002020-03-12T00:51:22.350-04:00Hannah's Birthday<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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We would have celebrated our Hannah's 14th birthday today if she were still here with us. She's been gone 9½ months and I miss her so.<br />
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She was my nearly constant companion. Every room, every coming and going, every morning, afternoon, evening, and night remind me that she's there instead of here with us.<br />
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How I wish Hannah were here! Hugs and Happy Birthday, sweet girl.<br />
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--Nancy. <br />
<br />Nancyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12136584654825212359noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157587590928859490.post-49941125658346619922020-01-04T21:00:00.000-05:002020-01-04T21:00:05.434-05:00Linda Ronstadt with Two AiredalesThis video has two Airedales who appear several times. Watch for them!<br />
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I tried to learn whether Linda owned Airedales of her own but haven't found any information to support that. I love that she takes both 'dales with her as she walks toward the aireplane.<br />
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--Nancy.<br />
<span style="color: #fce5cd;">.</span> Nancyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12136584654825212359noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157587590928859490.post-86968356063419308242020-01-03T23:51:00.000-05:002020-01-03T23:51:15.731-05:00Christmases Past (When Life Was Merrier)Hannah loved Christmas. She loved helping everyone open their gifts as much as she loved opening her own. And after the gifts were open there was always the paper to shred! And it's true what they say: Life is merrier with an Airedale terrier. These are photos from Christmas, 2014.<br />
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"It's <b>my</b> gift. I will open it!"</div>
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"Oh, this is such fun!"</div>
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"Look what I got! I love these squishy toys!"</div>
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"Let me fling it around by myself, squish it between my teeth, and then maybe I'll invite you to play tug."</div>
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"Oh, another gift to open."</div>
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"See my long-tailed, squeaky toy?"</div>
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"But I think I like the squishy, stretchy toy best."</div>
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"What?! No, I'm not giving you one!"</div>
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"They are both my new toys and I'm keeping them, thank you very much."</div>
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How I missed buying gifts for Hannah and having her help me open gifts this Christmas!<br />
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--Nancy.<br />
<span style="color: #fce5cd;">.</span>Nancyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12136584654825212359noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157587590928859490.post-64843913486277237642019-11-25T23:30:00.000-05:002019-11-26T01:19:59.008-05:00So Fast!<div style="text-align: center;">
Hannah loved a good tuckbuttrun around the yard.</div>
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Faster! Faster!</div>
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We cheered her on, encouraging her to pick up speed.</div>
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She was too fast for my camera!</div>
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Or maybe I just didn't click the button fast enough.</div>
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She studiously ignores me.</div>
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"I see you have a camera.</div>
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I'm not going to look at you."</div>
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And she didn't -- until I put the camera away.</div>
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Dear Hannah!<br />
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--Nancy.<br />
<span style="color: #fce5cd;">.</span>Nancyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12136584654825212359noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157587590928859490.post-24863761739948202832019-10-31T19:30:00.000-04:002019-10-31T20:55:24.070-04:00Boo!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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There's no treat tonight, just a trick of the camera to make Hannah's eyes glow.<br />
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Happy Halloween!</div>
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--Nancy. (without Hannah)<br />
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Nancyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12136584654825212359noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157587590928859490.post-81233430761336628102019-10-30T01:44:00.014-04:002023-07-09T21:04:18.268-04:00Names, Nicknames, and EndearmentsHannah was the name we most often used. No sense confusing an Airegirl who doesn't know her name by using several different names. <br />
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But after she learned her name, we sometimes called her Bana or Hannah-Bana. She responded to both.<br />
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She had such a gentle, sweet spirit, so concerned about pleasing us and staying out of trouble that I didn't have the heart to call her an unkind name, even if only in play. Somehow I sensed her spirit would understand.<br />
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But endearments. Yes, she was Sweetie, .....<br />
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And sometimes we called her Ferdinand.<br />
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She would ask to go outside, then find a spot in the sun on a cool day, or a spot in the shade on a warm day, and just lie there watching the world go by.<br />
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Dear girl.<br />
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(This post was written about five months after we said good-bye to Hannah.)<br />
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Nancyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12136584654825212359noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157587590928859490.post-50080049338107540832019-10-23T22:30:00.000-04:002019-10-24T01:38:47.128-04:00Hannah at Play in the LeavesIt was such fun to see Hannah play so wholeheartedly! There's a toy hidden in the leaves, one she tosses, loses in the leaves, digs for, then tosses again, and again, and again....<br />
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And the object of her interest? Can you see it in the photo below?<br />
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Here it is. <br />
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A life-like rubber frog! She loved this frog (as long as it lasted). <br />
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When Hannah felt safe, we saw her youthful exuberance. These photos were taken when she was 2½, in November, 2008, about six months after she came to live with us. She'd gained about 6 or 8 pounds (up from about 50 pounds) and was looking good. She may look overweight but she wasn't. We learned that her hair grew fast and already needed another clip. <br />
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How I love that girl! Forever missing Hannah.<br />
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--Nancy.<br />
<span style="color: #fce5cd;">.</span>Nancyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12136584654825212359noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157587590928859490.post-28234790179643780652019-09-12T01:01:00.000-04:002019-09-16T01:28:00.900-04:00Eleven Years and So Few Good PhotosHannah was with us more than 11 years, more than 132 months, more than 4,015 days. How can it be that I have fewer than 700 photographs of her, most of them either out of focus, with her head turned away, her body in motion, or multiples/slight variations of the same image?<br />
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She came with lots of fears but one of them did not seem to be the camera. Yet it didn't take her but a few weeks to decide she would not pose for photographs. She would have the cutest expression or the funniest post, I'd pull out the camera. She would look straight at the camera then just at the moment when I
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">October 27, 2011</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">October 27, 2011 - the second try</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">October 31, 2011</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">January 2, 2012 - cropped from a larger photo</td></tr>
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You may be wondering if I tried using food to get Hannah's attention. I did! I was never successful in keeping her attention focused long enough to take a good photo and I often ended up with nose smudges on the camera.<br />
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How I miss this darling girl. I wish I could hold her sweet face in my hands again and give her a kiss on the muzzle, give her an ear rub, and hug the heck out of her.<br />
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Missing Hannah.<br />
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--Nancy.<br />
<span style="color: #fce5cd;">.</span> Nancyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12136584654825212359noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157587590928859490.post-79472817349378157332019-08-26T20:30:00.000-04:002019-08-27T00:35:06.631-04:00Happy National Dog DayThese are a few of my favorite photos of Hannah for National Dog Day today.<br />
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Unwrapping a Christmas gift</div>
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Getting ready to grab a toy from the floor</div>
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Exuberant play with flowers that aren't hers<br />
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Just relaxing<br />
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Comfy for a nap<br />
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A long-distance ride in the car<br />
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Older Hannah after a bath</div>
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How I love her and her beautiful, furry face. How I miss Hannah.<br />
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I hope you hug your Airedale or other dog today for National Dog Day!<br />
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--Nancy.<br />
<br />Nancyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12136584654825212359noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157587590928859490.post-90469233396120404192019-07-25T14:01:00.000-04:002019-07-29T14:03:01.809-04:00The Game Hannah Made UpBesides playing tug with the soft rubber toy and catching it -- after she learned to catch popcorn -- Hannah made up a new game. Sadly, I don't have a video of us playing her game but I'll describe it.<br />
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Hannah would bring the toy to me and offer it to play tug. We tugged for a bit but if it got boring and she let go first and I got it, I would have her sit and
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She would await the toss. Usually she caught it and we'd play tug again. But there were times when, instead of catching it and playing tug, she would use her nose to bounce it back to me. The first time it happened I was totally surprised. Really, Hannah, you can do that?! She was teaching me a new game. Her aim was pretty good, too, because I rarely had to run after it. Sometimes I could predict when she would bounce it instead of catching it -- there would be the slightest twitch of her nose. Other times I had no idea whether the ball would come back to me or she'd catch it.<br />
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Occasionally, once in a while, we would toss the ball back and forth several times in a row without anyone catching it or it dropping to the ground. I was always surprised and impressed that she was able to do this and that she'd made up the game herself. We called it bounce-n-catch.<br />
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Airedales are so creative! <br />
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How I love Hannah and loved having her as part of my life!<br />
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--Nancy.<br />
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Nancyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12136584654825212359noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157587590928859490.post-44420283435245099812019-07-15T01:11:00.002-04:002019-07-15T01:11:49.248-04:00Catch!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Hannah loved these soft, rubber, squeaky toys with long tails. She seemed to like the white ones best but sometimes we bought other colors. She went through a lot of them through the years.<br />
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She liked to chew on them to make them squeak, bounce them, and play tug with them. But two can only tug for long before getting bored and the game's over.<br />
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She'd been with us a few months when I thought this toy might be a good way to teach Hannah a new word. I tossed it into the air toward her and said, "Catch." It bounced off her muzzle onto the floor and she looked at me with a puzzled expression. She may even have thought, "Why are you throwing my toy at me?"<br />
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It takes time and some repetition to teach a new word or command, so I tossed and said "catch" again, with the same result. No matter that the toy was super soft and wouldn't hurt her, I didn't want to keep hitting her with it so we stopped.<br />
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I always thought dogs inherently knew how to catch but they don't. I suppose many dogs learn the command as puppies but Hannah hadn't. <br />
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A few days later I was eating popcorn and realized it could be the perfect way to teach "catch" because it was so lightweight and would also be appealing to Hannah. I called her to where I was, had her sit, and said "catch" as I tossed a piece of popcorn toward her. It landed on her muzzle -- and stayed there. I think her eyes crossed as she tried to see it. I lifted it off and gave it to her. I tossed again and the same thing happened, at least six or eight times. By that time, she was panting and waiting for me to give her a piece of popcorn to eat.<br />
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I suddenly realized that I should just try tossing the popcorn into her open mouth. If my aim were good enough and it landed in her mouth, I hoped she would get the idea of what the word meant even if she hadn't technically caught it. I missed a few times and she ate the popcorn when I handed it to her. Finally, once, the popcorn landed in her mouth. She looked surprised, and then I saw that she'd made the connection between the word "catch" and what it meant. Catching suddenly became a fun game. <br />
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From then on, if we had popcorn, Hannah believed that she should have popcorn, too. It was one of the few foods she begged for.<br />
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We always shared it with her. And if we bought fresh popcorn at the store, we were careful to save her some.<br />
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No matter how happy a memory is, it can be sad to recall it knowing there won't be any new memories. As always, I'm missing Hannah.<br />
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--Nancy.<br />
<span style="color: #fce5cd;">.</span>Nancyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12136584654825212359noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157587590928859490.post-90890741068499704952019-07-10T23:00:00.000-04:002019-07-11T02:01:05.514-04:00Talking to HannahI have a friend whose husband claimed there was no sense talking to a
dog because dogs couldn't understand words. He didn't know Hannah.<br />
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Hannah learned commands, of course, and she also seemed to understand more words and language than I ever purposefully taught her, though I don't know how. Perhaps it was because I talked to her throughout the day, telling her what I was doing, where I was going, what was going to happen next, what I was thinking.<br />
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When we rode in the car I learned that if I told her, "Hang on, Hannah, we're turning left (or right)," she would lean against the turn so she wouldn't lose her balance. <br />
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When we were leaving I would tell her whether we'd be back in a little while or we'd be gone for half the day, or most of the day. She settled in differently depending on which I said. Eventually, we began giving her a kong with peanut butter when we were going to be gone most of the day.<br />
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During the last year or two year she lost most of her hearing except for very loud sounds. It was hard because she could no longer hear my explanations of what was happening, or what was going to happen next. She couldn't respond to any commands unless she could see hand signs. I didn't mind having to get her attention by petting her but I felt sad for her because she seemed so isolated from the general conversation in our home, as if she'd been left out.<br />
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Her last day was the hardest. When she woke up she couldn't move even enough to stand, but she was alert and interested in what was going on. She looked at us as if to ask, "What are we going to do today? What's happening next?" It broke my heart to see her alert and know she wouldn't be with us later in the day. <br />
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And it broke my heart not to be able to explain this last visit to the vet, what would happen there, and tell her how sorry I was and how much I loved her. I wish I could have explained that I wasn't leaving her, that I would come find her when I get to where she was going, that there were other Airedales waiting there to meet her. I wish I could have explained about the separation of body and spirit, about going to the vet, about needles and sleeping and death. <br />
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We Airedale lovers like to imagine our 'dales waiting for us at the Rainbow Bridge, happy and carefree, without pain, and playing with other Airedales. I hope that's true for Hannah. But she really didn't enjoy playing with other dogs, or even humans, for that matter. She loved me and the rest of her family but she didn't enjoy other people or dogs. (At the dog park she would walk to the outer perimeter and sniff along it, ignoring the other dogs, including the Airedales.) Instead of imagining her happy, I imagine her lying alone, watching what's going on, but not participating because she's lonely and waiting for the people she loves.<br />
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There have been a few times in my life when I've wished I could turn back the clock. This is one of those times. I would turn it back a dozen years and begin life with young Hannah all over again. How I miss my dear girl! <br />
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--Nancy.Nancyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12136584654825212359noreply@blogger.com1