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| Lacey UPDATE: My sweet Lacey died on October 22, 2007. Please see her memorial here. I miss her very much. My brother-in-law, Rich, brought home Lacey as a surprise for my sister, Jenny, in November 1992. He chose Lacey, because, as a puppy, she looked so much like our childhood dog, Tramp, who died in unexpectedly and much too young in 1989. Lacey, like Tramp before her, is a mutt. And as such, no one can be quite certain of either dog's parentage. However, back when we got Tramp, we were told he was probably part lab, and part spaniel, and maybe he was. He was a dark brown dog, with a lab face, with lighter brown markings on his underside, face, and feet. Lacey, according to her paperwork, comes from entirely different stock: shepherd and chow. At least so we've been told. When Lacey was about 12 weeks old, her once Tramp-like floppy ears started to perk straight up, like a shepherd's and a chow's ears are wont to do. She was still a dark brown dog, but her secondary color was reddish brown, which marked her face, underside and feet. My sister was skeptical of those pointy ears, and since she had a newborn baby to take care of, she offered me the rambunctious puppy. I agreed. But Rich and Jenny decided for their initial investment (adoption fee/vet visit/food) in the dog, I should give them something. So I gave them a point and shoot Ricoh camera so they could document special moments in their baby's early months. From what I was told, soon after, the camera's batteries died, and they lost interest in that camera. And Lacey and I got off to a bit of a rough start, too: in February 1993, not quite five months old, Lacey jumped off the roof (it's a long story) and broke her leg. Then, in March 1993, after an already difficult winter of bad northeaster storms, Beach Haven, NJ (where we were living at the time), flooded AGAIN. It was extremely difficult to housebreak a puppy with a cast on her leg when there's salt water coming up to my knees, but we got through it. Then, I got evicted for having the puppy. There still have been ups and downs (break-ups, moves, car accidents), but things got better after those first tough few months. She is a great friend, a wonderful dog, and I'm so glad to have her. She's getting up there in years now, and that really depresses me, but she's still active and a lot of fun. In her heart she hates the cats (except Monkey), and really, who can blame her? |
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