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I'm 58, married to Joan, my wonderful wife, with one great Portuguese Water Dog, Dakota. Her vet says she's a "senior", pushing 77, in doggy years. My other PWD, Molly, died on Wednesday, April 23, 2014, completely out of the blue. I was foolishly angry at God, at first, until I realized He had given me one of the greatest gifts of my whole life. Water Dogs were developed by the Portuguese to help them fish. I've heard they used the dogs to spread out nets, "herd" fish, and even carry messages, tied to their collars, between captains of different fishing boats in the fleet. As fate would have it, my "water dogs" loved the water, but only as long as they could still feel the bottom with their feet. They became a little panicky when they realized they were in over their head. Actually, Molly originally loved to swim and swam everywhere, that is, until one day, when Dakota (who is about 50 lbs heavier), got in over her head, too, and tried to but her huge paws on Molly's back to keep her head above water. This caused Molly to be momentarily dunked, but since I was right there in the water with them, I got Molly's head above water right away! Nevertheless, she never looked at swimming the same way again - especially around Dakota. Smart dog! Don't let anyone ever tell you that dogs don't grieve and don't have a soul. Sometimes, I think Dakota misses Molly more than any of us. Now it's April, again, almost a year later, and poor Dakota has never really recovered from the loss of her sister. I wonder, sometimes, if she blames me, or worries I had something to do with Molly's sudden disappearance, but then I see the love in her eyes and know that she is tragically still grieving, which I can understand completely, because I feel exactly the same way. Dogs are definitely a gift from God to be cherished, I just wish their lifespans were the same as our own; though we know not the hour nor the minute of our own demise.

This SodaHead page is forever a memorial to "MOLLY", April, 2004 to April 23, 2014. "Our loving, sweet, Portuguese Water Dog, who never met a person she did not love." Other dogs (except Dakota), regardless of their size or temerity, were never too big to scare Molly, but she lived a charmed 10 year life, insofar as she never met a bigger, more ferocious canine, that felt like putting Molly in her place, even when Molly assaulted the bigger dog, first (which, I am sorry to say, happened quite a few times before I realized that "other" dog's owners, were NOT amused to see our doggy-intolerant dog, illegally off-leash). One lady became particularly upset, when our 45lbs Water Dog snapped at her 150lbs St. Bernard. She immediately threatened to report Molly, if she ever saw her off-leash, again. I really can't blame the lady, because she was in the right, but I always wore rose colored glasses when it came to any of the dogs I have owned (or, more accurately, "dogs that have owned me").

Molly always loved her unrelated step sister, Dakota, although Molly was a smallish, dominant female and Dakota was a submissive female. This worked out fine for their first 2 years together, but then Dakota grew into a 90lb ball of muscle, while poor Molly topped-out the scales, at, maybe, a puny 45lbs. Molly had always been very rough and aggressive toward Dakota, until one day when Molly started her "bully routine" and I heard Dakota growl at Molly for the first time, ever. Since that day, Dakota became the dominant dog, which really knocked poor Molly off her paws! I guess it was Karma, but Dakota NEVER even tried to bully Molly. In fact, Dakota's strong maternal instinct must have kicked-in, because instead of trying to "get even", now that the scales had tipped in her favor, Dakota became incredibly protective of Molly. They'd chase each other around our yard for hours, almost till they collapsed from exhaustion. Molly loved to flip over on her back on warm, sunny days, and wiggle back and forth in the grass to scratch a bothersome itch. Then she'd run around the grassy yard at lightning speed, making hairpin turns, and generally running circles around 'Kota-bear', her heavier, stronger, and SLOWER, best friend. Occasionally, I think Molly LET 'Kota catch her, so 'Kota wouldn't become too frustrated and totally lose interest in the doggie game of tag. At the other end of the spectrum, the harsh Catskill's winter, they both loved the first snowfall of the season and would go out running wildly through the soft white snow, only stopping occasionally to lap at the frosty, fresh, gift from Heaven, with a huge smile plastered across their faces. Both dogs loved dipping in the East Branch of the Delaware River, as well as our neighbor's private pond, where they'd go for quick dips and the occasional swim. They loved to chase frogs, but never caught any. The fun was in chase. I don't think they'd know what to do if they ever actually caught one. Perhaps they knew that that would ruin the game. They also loved to chase wild deer, who were so much faster that they never even got close. (Which is a good thing, because dogs seen chasing deer can be shot.) Another favorite adventure was chasing wild turkeys, until the turkeys tired of the game and took to the wing. I was such a city person, 11 years ago, I didn't even know wild turkeys could fly and even spend their nights in low branches of trees, to stay safe from predators, especially Coyotes, of which we have many. I nearly fell over backwards, the first time I saw a flock of wild turkeys fly. It's an amazing sight, seeing these huge birds run as fast as they can before spreading their wings and take to the sky, dextrously weaving in and out of trees in their way.

We (my wife and I) are so grateful to still have Dakota, although, we all mourn Molly's demise, dearly, but helps Joan and me concentrate on Dakota's well-being and inventing ways to snap her out of her funk. We are planning to take her to an animal rescue shelter, where we have walked dogs and are hopeful that the shelter will allow Dakota to interact with members of her own species. Who knows, we may even find a playmate for Dakota, who is in need of a home. No dog will ever replace Molly, but Dakota may pick another animal of the right temperament to join her current pack, which has too many humans and not enough dogs. The real question is, are we helping Dakota out of her funk or, is she helping us out of ours? We've also been putting birdseed and horse feed outside a picture window, near where Dakota sits and keeps watch over "her" front yard. When wild turkeys or deer come to eat, Dakota begins serious barking, to let us know their are animals outside and to try and scare them away. Since Dakota's a so-called, "working dog", I'm convinced she needs a job to do. Today, that job is barking at wild animals from the safety of our house, but she just looks so damned pleased when we praise her for keeping the yard clear of wild animals (wild animals that return and eat their fill after dark and at dawn, when Dakota's as sleepy as Joan and me. We also have a game we play called, "Find the Treats". Either my wife, or I, take Dakota into another room, while the other hides treats around the living room. Then we call her back into the living room to sniff-out morsels with her keen sense of smell and watch the expression of happiness on her face as she "sniffs the air" and locates every hidden treat. I must say that as time passes, Dakota is really stepping-up to the plate, and helps us as much, or more, than we are helping her deal with Molly's unexpected demise.

Molly was one of God's greatest gifts to us. She will be dearly missed and remembered always.

In Memorial

I wrote this poem when Clinton was pretending to be a President. He's as filthy as Obama.


Satisfaction's on vacation; mental moron instigation.
Right side's up and up side's down; wear a smile for a frown.
Chimney's vomit toxic fumes; crusty stains in lead paint rooms.
People living in the sewer; meals made of cow manure.

Others feast on gold and gems; filet mignons and Cornish hens.
Mercedes Benz and cordon bleu benefit the privileged few.
Judge’s gavels spark and rumble; stocks aflame as markets tumble.
Making money on the phone; just discovered how to clone.

Got a tan in just one hour; now the sun has super power.
Corporations are the players; rip and tear the lower layers.
Satisfaction’s on vacation; mental moron instigation.
Through the country we will travel; dreaming dreams that all unravel.

All we need’s a brand new car; make a wish upon a star.
China dreams are doomed to shatter; in the end what does it matter?
Man verse woman HOT contention; billion dollar sloth convention.
Party leaders fat and stupid; president who thinks he’s cupid.

Now it’s such a common sight; right is left and wrong is right.
What’s the point to stay and fight when up is down and slack is tight?
Give a damn and lose a million; fat old lady’s third cotillion.
All that’s left is pocket change; guess that’s why it feels strange.

I'd like to meet

People who also want to save the United States from Obama's destruction.


Photography, writing, fishing, trying to save America and re-institute the CONSTITUTION.

Favorite Music

classic rock and jazz; Bob Dylan; Grateful Dead; Allman Brothers; Neil Simon; Simon and Garfunkel; Joan Baez; Mama Cass; Janis Joplin; Billy Joel; Paul McCartney; Pink Floyd; Yes; Traffic; Jethro Tull; Miles Davis; George Benson; Herbie Hancock

Favorite Quotes

"The crux of the biscuit is the apostrophe". Frank Zappa (From Zappa's "Apostrophe" album and meaning, "the heart of the matter").

Favorite Heroes

My wife, Joan; Dr. W. Duane Todd & Dorothy Jane Todd; Ted Crolius; James Madison; Thomas Jefferson; Benjamin Franklin; Molly 1 and Molly 2 and Dakota, Jessica, Rusty, Duchess, and Pixie - the Siamese cat.


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  • Tee Quake
  • Male
  • NY, US
  • 2012/05/19 03:47:51
  • 2016/01/31 21:35:40
  • Married
  • Straight
  • Libra
  • Discovering Opinions
  • Post Graduate School
  • Legal
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  • Christian
  • Conservative
  • White/Caucasian
  • 6 feet 1 inches