Yesterday when we went to pick Rita up at the vet, while waiting for them to bring her out to us, there was a dog in the back that was just screaming! I asked Vince if that was Rita and he said he didn’t think so. We kept waiting for her to come out; that dog kept screaming, and I was about to panic. She does jump if they put her in one of the top cages, she will jump out when they open the door so they always have to be careful with her. She did that before she was blind too. I always remind them “She jumps from the top cages!” but they always already remembered so I’m betting they have that notation on her chart.
After a few more minutes of that dog screaming, Vince asked “That’s not Rita, is it?” The lady at the front said no, it’s a dog that does it the entire time they’re cutting her nails and she does it every time!
Vince and I got in the car and we were laughing because Speck always thought he was so bad . . til he got to the vet and then he turned into a screaming, crying wimp!
I can’t tell you how much I miss that dog!
He was so beautiful and had just a fun personality. If I could get another dog just like him, I’d do it in a heartbeat.
He loved spaghetti and no matter how hard I tried to be sure he didn’t know we were eating spaghetti, he always knew it. He’d start out standing by where Vince was sitting and he’d beg for a noodle. (Speck, not Vince)
When Vince didn’t give him one, he’d start nudging Vince with his nose against Vince’s leg. That would progress to him jumping up and hitting Vince’s thigh with his nose. Finally, he’d start barking non-stop. Eating spaghetti with Speck around was not a lot of fun because he was so determined to get his share. Obviously, Vince gave him enough pasta to keep him coming back begging for more.
Once at the vet in Kentucky, we walked in, registered and I sat down with Speck. He began hollering. He kept hollering. They called one lady back and she came over to me and asked if I wanted to go ahead of her. I said no . . I’ll wait my turn. She asked if he was injured and I said no . . this is what he does every time we’re here. We’re just here for a nail trim! She said “Oh, my goodness. I thought he’d been hit by a car or something!”
When they would take him back to get his nails trimmed, I would leave the building and go outside and wait because I couldn’t stand to hear him screaming. They weren’t hurting him. He had clearish white nails so they could see the quicks. He just thought he was going to die every time he went to the vet.
It was sad, but yet funny, hearing that dog at the vet today and then having our conversation on the way home about old Speck.
I hope that dog knew how much I loved him. I walk past his grave several times a day and I stop every time and remember what a great dog he was.
Patti, Osage Bluff Quilter says
Our Bentley, a black lab, knew every time we made gravy. He knew the minute the flour hit the grease. It didn’t matter if it was chicken gravy, beef gravy, or milk gravy, he knew.
I miss him so much, and I too talk to him in the back yard grave.
jatshaw says
Have I missed the October UFO somewhere?
Beth says
iT WAS NUMBER 8
W Jordan says
We had a neighborhood cat that loved spaghetti he could smell me cooking it I guess. He would come to back door and beg .His name was Boots too. Thanks for the old memory jog.
Judy Laquidara says
Really? I’m surprised a cat would like pasta.
Judy H says
One of my cats likes pasta! LOL
dezertsuz says
He was a good dog. I don’t know if it had to do with breed, because my dachsie was a good ‘un, too, or if it was just Speck. The spaghetti is funny! Doc (great name for a dachshund – my parents had NO imagination!) loved soup. My aunt always put lima beans in soup. Doc did not eat lima beans. If you gave him a bowl of soup, he’d eat every last drop, and all the lima beans would be left in the bowl, licked clean. LOL
cassews says
Yep my Brie (who we had to put down recently) loved spaghetti, noodles and rice. Our Poodle loved chicken anyway he could get it and they both knew when it was being cooked, baked , bbq’d etc.. they knew.. Sure miss them both …
Nelle Coursey says
You know it is true, All Dogs do Go to Heaven!! I still love each nd every one of my pets I have lost. But I hope one day they will greet me at the pearly gates! Maybe they will put in a good word for me!
Jill M says
Speck was a good boy! I still miss my Max, too. Lula loves going to the vet and seeing all of her “people” and Kinsey likes going to the vet, too. But Kinsey is such a drama queen and the vet has called her ‘extra’ when she cried over a shot! Kinsey also hates her nails being cut so she will forever have them done at the vet. Last time, they waited until I picked her up to clip and I had to listen to her carry on as if they were taking the legs off without anesthesia! And she gets these big tears and then holds me to save her. I’ll take that any day of the week!!
Kelly Richardson says
I had a cat that loved red-sauce…she could be in a dead sleep and when I started sauce on the stove top she would come running.
Judy H says
Those dogs get into our hearts and stay. I lost my baby-dog this year and I know I’ll always miss him. Speck was obviously well-loved and I’m sure he knew it. He was a handsome boy, and quite the character!