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BLACK IVY

IVY...BLACK as night & as impossible to catch as a moonbeam during a tornado!  After my beloved Brandy died, I took home a puppy from the friend of a friend of mine at work.  Ivy--my new Afgan loved, no, lived to RUN.  A throwback to the old sight hounds from ancient Eqypt, this dog could be in the next county in sixty seconds.  No matter how huge our yard, or how much we exercised her, it wasn't enough.  EVER.  I even held her leash and took her ten-speed biking.  She'd outdistance me, & when I couldn't keep up, tow me right into the bushes, yank free, and fly.  Her waking moments were spent gearing up for the launch pad, blast-off, GO! to flying full afterburner.  She's the only dog our family ever DROVE A CAR alongside to CATCH--& we did it MORE THAN ONCE!  I played pilot.  My poor son was often forced to parachute...& "capture & contain" in strange terrain.

Ivy wasn't disobedient...running was in her nature, with extra zip added to the mix.  She adored family, but racing always "tempted" & won.  As Tom Cruise said in TOPGUN, she had "the need for speed." I knew she couldn't brake any more than a bloodhound couldn't sniff.  Ivy's races were a sight to see--along with the pure joy she felt as her legs folded, muscles bunched, legs coiled, flexed...  I swear her paws never touched the ground.  She laughed and pranced and danced and circled from small bedrooms to open fields...rested a bit...and waited to soar again.  The family took ALL precautions.  I was terrified of the possibility of car-dog accidents.

Ivy refused to accept boundaries.  A true Houdini--no gate, yard, door, kennel, or CAR stopped her--she once jumped out of a non-electric window when I was driving 35 mph!  I'd rolled it up high because I knew her tricks. She rolled it down!  She never got hurt...and never returned when called.  Injury or death seemed inevitable--but it never happened.  Unlike the rest of the family--I couldn't be angry.  Of all my dogs, Ivy alone lived with joy, laughter, and a confident belief in the inherent goodness of mankind.  Pure innocence in any creature is a rare gift. She gave me hope. 

IVY'S STORY


Ivy's Name

I have a son & a daughter.  I wanted to name my daughter IVY, but my husband didn't agree.  We decided on Nicole...but while I was pregnant, my pregnant sis-in-law took a great liking to the name.  I again suggested IVY, but the only name we agreed upon was Noel.

My daughter was born in June, & to this day still cringes when people ask if she was born on Christmas.  My hormonal self didn't think of that... nor did my husband & he wasn't pregnant! 

Nicole became my niece, Noel became my daughter--and the name Ivy was awarded to my newest dog.  It fit perfectly, because, like the leafy namesake, this dog was ALL OVER!  

Sight Hounds

"The larger the dog, the shorter the life span" is often true, especially in this breed.  They seem to sense it for their big hearts live 100% in the moment...like shooting stars burning full blast in our atmosphere.

William Blake wrote "Tiger, Tiger, Burning Bright, In the Forests of the Night."  I lovingly submit...

"Ivy, Ivy, Racing Bright, Into Family Shone your Light."


JAWS of DEATH

I once used a THICK AIRLINE METAL CABLE long lead to tether Ivy in our fenced back yard, because as soon I'd take an eye off Ivy to get my daughter settled, the phone would start ringing.  "Your dog's jumped the fence again."  A six-foot high fence obstacle never stopped her.  I kept her inside when she'd get the "wandering fever."

I needed to keep her outside during my daughter's nap, because she was so active.  Time for Ivy's new cable leash, its cheerful red covering 20 feet of flexible, pet-approved cable. Not even an hour later, I heard Ivy pawing the back door.

The One Exception (cont. from above right)

I opened it up, and there she was.  She'd knawed through the pinky-size thickness of the metal.  The hook was still attached to collar, the frayed metal end hanging beneath a head held high.

I gasped at her bloody lips over chipped teeth as she pranced into the house.  Her warm brown eyes sparkled with affection & laughter.   Mine teared.  She was so proud of her cleverness.  I decided then & there we'd all sleep to the beat of canine feet racing on the carpeted halls.

It was wrong to tie my sunbeam down. Terribly wrong. I never did it again.

Ivy escaped once during a torrential monsoon.  A huge gust of wind blew & popped our closed front door inwards.  From within the house, I screamed her name--uselessly, as always.  Suddenly a huge bolt of lightning struck the porch across the street with a BANG that shook our house and knocked me backwards. 

I saw Ivy wheel her body into a 180-degree reverse without a single break in rhythmic step. She didn't bark, whine, or cringe at the simultaneous flash of lighting & boom of thunder right in front of her.  Magically...supernaturally...she heeled perfectly, without one break in stride, not then...not ever.  She's the most gifted athelete I've had the honor to witness.  She laughed at death as she laughed at life.  Half deaf & temporarily blinded, Ivy danced for me with winged paws, & came when I called her.  I'll never forget that one exception.

Now, whenever we hear the distant BOOM of thunder, my husband & I say aloud in unison, "Ivvvvvvvyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy......."

 



AHHH...HEAVEN

Except for the last 3 days of her life, Ivy remained a joyous runner & prime athelete for almost 12 years.  That's a long time for this breed.  When she stopping running, even walking--she told me the end was near.  She passed at the vets' office in my arms under the Florida sun--her eyes still refecting her love for me.

I like to picture Ivy running in Our Lord's Heavenly Garden.  Every breath she took, she happily savored.  With every step of her paws, she gave Him thanks in joyous waves of ecstacy.  I like to imagine my "black sheep" girl in Our Lord's Heavenly Garden--dashing around His rainbows...

Or dragging His irate angels through the bushes.   Knowing Ivy...it's probably both.   Kisses, Ivy, 'til we meet again.

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For those suffering from depression, there is help!  God & his angels are there for you. For me, His angels will always have four paws & a swishing tail.  My church? St. Francis of Assisi Parish, of course!

To take an Easy Self-Check List for Mental Heath, check out the following links!

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THE PATRON SAINT of ANIMALS

St. Francis of Assisi



Prayer for Animals and Their Masters


Hear our humble prayer, O God,
for our friends, the animals,
especially for those who are suffering;
for animals that are overworked,
underfed, and cruelly treated;
for all the wistful creatures in captivity,
that beat their wings against bars;
for any that are hunted or lost or deserted,
or frightened or hungry;
for all that must be put to death.

We entreat for them all
Thy mercy and pity,
and for those who deal with them,
we ask a heart of compassion
and gentle hands and kindly words.
Make us, ourselves,
to be true friends to animals
and so to share
the blessings of the Merciful.


Albert Schweitzer, humanitarian

Winner of the Nobel Peace Prize 

 


"QUEEN OF SHEBA"

AUTHOR'S RETIRED HELPER DOG

In the Song of Solomon/Song of Songs

From the Queen of Sheba to King Solomon (1:5)

"I am Black & Comely."


"She bad...she brave...she bold..."  SHEBA!