Showing posts with label Juno. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Juno. Show all posts

Sunday, February 23, 2014

Goodbye to our Brave Little Dog


We lost our little Juno last week and our hearts are full of sadness now.  I never thought I was a dog person until I met and fell in love with Juno.




Before we knew Juno she was the mother in a puppy mill, living in a barn producing one litter after another. I bet she had the cutest puppies as she was a Yorkie with beautiful colouring. When her fertility waned as she got older, she was no longer wanted for breeding so they dumped her out on a country road. Fortunately she found a place to hide from the cold wet May day in our friend's breezeway. And that is how Juno eventually found her way to our home and hearts.








She was a brave little dog.  When Juno came to us her teeth were in terrible shape.  I had to brush them every night to try and improve her dental health and she was patient and stoical about it. One night she cried in pain when I was rubbing her under her jaw and when I took her to the vet she said that many of her teeth were very loose and just barely hanging in her mouth and had to be extracted.  I never got a good look in her mouth so I hadn't realized this, but Juno had let me brush her teeth anyway.  It must have hurt her a lot.  She was like that - very stoical about any pain or discomfort. 





She was a fearless little dog.  Juno was entirely unaware that she only weighed 8lbs.  On our walks when she wanted to go in one direction and we wanted to go in another she would throw her whole body into letting us know her decision leaning way over and digging her little paws in. It was quite a sight to see.  

She also was not intimidated by other dogs, no matter the size.  Not having been socialized as a young dog she usually growled at other dogs when we went for walks and we could never break her of this habit. The funny thing was that the amount of growling and barking seemed almost in inverse relationship to the size of the other dog.  She always had the "I can totally take you and win" attitude with the big dogs.




She was a funny little dog.  She ate huge amounts of food.  Juno could consume a plate full of food the size I would eat for dinner. I don't know how she did it because she was so small.  It probably helped that she loved going for walks and for most of her life she walked between one and two kms every day so she worked up a good appetite.  

When she first came to us she had never been outside or walked on a leash and she had no idea what to do. We had to train her to walk together with us and at first she would look up at the leash and be surprised to see it still there. Once she learned how to go for walks she discovered a whole new world out there and that was her favourite thing to do. She loved sniffing things and exploring and watching people.  




Being a Speech Pathologist, I was always interested to find out what vocabulary she could learn. You can in fact teach old dog new tricks as Juno learned the meaning of many words after she came to us. She knew her name, the names of food she liked, such as apple and orange, and she knew the words walk, go home, come, eat, and stay. She was a bit opinionated so she didn't always listen, but she demonstrated them often enough that I knew she understood their meaning.  

She learned other things after coming to live with us too. Over the course of our daily walks, she learned the streets and parks in our neighbourhood so she knew which way to go when it was time to go home. She also learned how to be held. When we first got her she was stiff as a board in our arms and would try and stand on you, but she eventually learned to melt into our arms when she was being held, especially with my husband.



She had a very impassive face, but was oh so expressive with her ears and the way she would cock her head and her stance. I always loved the colour of her coat and how she matched the dry leaves on the road at the cottage.



She loved to change things up and constantly had new places she liked to sleep.  Sometimes they were the strangest places you could imagine - like deep in our closet on the shoe rack, buried so far back that you could hardly find her.  Other times she liked to sleep in our laundry basket or in a bin filled with papers or in the suitcase you were packing and, of course, best of all on the pillows on our bed.  We have many photos of her sleeping in random places.





I know this post has been photo overload, but I wanted to put all my favourite pictures of Juno in one place.  I love the photos where she looks small -  because although she was a tiny dog, her personality was big so you would forget she was tiny unless you saw her from a distance.





My post wouldn't be complete without my favourite video of Juno begging for pats - and one of my fondest memories of her.



Those of you with pets can attest to that bond that forms between you and the little furry beast who lives with you. We had a wonderful five years and nine months with our little dog Juno and I'm thankful for the joy she brought us and grateful that we were able to give her a happy retirement.

Monday, May 10, 2010

How a Dog Got a Home

 
Our dog, Juno, has been with us for two years this May.  She has a sad, pathetic, tragic story so I thought I would share it with you.

Two years ago we were talking about getting a dog, and then we were asked to look after a 10-month old puppy for a weekend.  After that we all decided NO DOG.  Way too much work.  So a few months later hubby and I were at a party with our bridge group and I was telling the story of looking after this puppy who was into everything and how we had decided not to get a dog.  The woman beside me obviously thought we could still be persuaded because she asked me if I wanted a dog.  The previous evening a little Yorkie had shown up in her breezeway (and she lives out in the country) all wet and shivering and covered in burrs.  She couldn't keep it so she wondered if we wanted it.  

We went home and discussed it with the kids.  We didn't even know what a Yorkie looked like so we Googled pictures of them.  We saw pictures like this:


and this:

 and this:


Yikes!!!  Apologies if anyone reading this has a Yorkie that looks like these ones, but they just weren't to our taste.  Then we found some that looked like this:


and this:


and we were reassured that they actually were normal looking dogs.  So we decided that we should give this little lost Yorkie a home.  After we picked up our new dog, we called around to the Humane Society to see if she was lost, but the Humane Society told us that another Yorkie (a male) was found in the same general area and they had run ads in the newspaper and noone had responded.  The Humane Society thought that both Yorkies were from a puppy mill and had been dumped together out in the country.  We took our dog to the vet and found out that she was probably about 6-7 years old and had been the mother in the puppy mill.  She has very enlarged nipples, had a lax belly, and had dark marks on her belly that the vet said were likely the marks of an old uterine infection.  So she had probably had one litter after another and now that she was older they got rid of her.  Thankfully the blood tests and her examination showed that she was a very healthy dog apart from being a bit thin.  

We picked the name Juno because we wanted a name that was not too feminine (scared off  by those crazy bows-in-the hair photos), but was still a girl's name.  Juno seemed to reflect the following, in no particular order:
  • Juno is the Roman goddess of marriage and childbirth (seemed appropriate given her past)
  • William wanted a tough guard dog sort of name so he expanded her name to "Juno-the-war-dog"
  • Juno beach given that our daughter, Kate, had just returned from Normandy, France three days before we got our dog
  • Juno the movie because Kate likes the movie - a lot - okay that was a weak reason but somehow it still counted
  • Juno was easy to say and sounded like a good name for a dog
We have all fallen truly, madly, deeply in love with our dog.   I was probably one of the least keen on getting her and I have ended up being alpha dog.

I have to say that having a dog, has given a whole new meaning to the phrase "working like a dog".  See what I mean, this is what Juno does 23 hours a day.
 

One last photo of our camo-dog at the cottage.