Part of the reason there has been a long gap between posts is I knew getting into this topic would be bittersweet and that concentrating on memories so long ago would take time I haven't had. Also, it meant sorting through 100s of photos, only some that I actually have done. That said,
Everyone who loves and/or owns dogs will eventually wind up with a favorite (or 2 or 10...) Generally, they have a unique quality that just sets them apart. I was incredibly lucky to have a Golden Retriever named HIT Winvale's Rising Sun of Garan, CD, PC, TT (1981-1991) and I miss her to this day. She not only was important to me, but she touched many lives and was just plain cool. She was smart, following commands to the letter. However, sometimes that would get us into trouble...more on that later.
|"Windi" was prone to heat stroke, so we always found shade.|
|She always stayed in perfect position and watched me constantly. If we screwed up, it was my doing.|
The many faces of "Windi" the wonderdog....
She stole quit a bit of food in her life, including entire half hams, a pan of cookie bars, pizza and a lot of a 40 pound bag of dog food disappeared--but the most memorable time was when we were staying at my brother and sister in law Mary's home around Christmas. Mary and I spent late into the night baking and decorating cookies. I always had my door cracked open so "Windi" could go get a drink. Well, she came walking back in and laid down the next morning. Pretty slick, until I noticed she had sprinkles all down her chest and so did "Robbie" their dog. I darted out to the kitchen to find everything within doggie reach gone...
Back home in Ohio, "Windi" helped me train obedience classes and entertained where she could. She spent a lot of time with Barb Alexander who took care of her while I was at work. "Windi" and Barb became fast friends. I remember a rare time when I was annoyed and sent "Windi" to our wing down the hall from the kitchen. Barb had a toy dog wall crate in that hall and one of the doors on the second level was open. Her command for entering crates (I was thinking our wing was sorta the crate) was "KENNEL." Instead of running down the hall, she jumped up into that wall crate, filling it up. We were lucky there was a second door because there was no turning around and Barb and I were so startled it took us a second to think!
There were lots of funny memories of "Windi" but hands down the funniest was this one: (I've had to pull over if I was driving and thinking of this because of the tears laughing.)
Barb's daughter Janet was dating a very classy fellow that liked dogs, but wasn't terribly used to big dogs. Janet loves dogs and she wanted me to show off "Windi" for him. I did the regular stuff and someone suggested that I should have "Windi" retrieve this gentleman (who was dressed for dinner at the club later on and very dapper in pressed khakis and a jacket.) Normally, she would gently take someone by the hand and bring them to me. But, he wasn't sure what to do and he didn't really offer his hand right away. So she grabbed the next best, closest thing she could--his crotch. (Enter falling tears of laughter.)
She was puzzled, he was shocked, I was mortified and everyone else was laughing. Well, after the initial disbelief, I knew I had to act fast (calling her was out of the question or she would bring him to me. ) He was calmly asking for assistance, so I walked over and delicately unclamped her. Unfortunately, she did leave a drool ring, which I hope disappeared before the dinner.
Many of you readers have known me long enough to remember her. If you have any stories about her, please share:) It would mean a lot to me! (There is one below already.)
Until next time,
Good morning Gale. I read your article today about our wonderful friend Windi.
I'd not mourned for her in quite a while, but reading your words brought tears to my eyes once again.
She was an unbelievable intelligent girl for sure. I remember coming home from work taking her over to Lowell's house to frisbee with Betsy almost every night.
I do have one personal thing to add to your next piece if you choose to include it.
Remember after you moved back to Ohio and lived off of 315? You asked me if I'd like to see her. It had been a couple of years I think since I'd come back to Ohio myself.
She wined continuously and stayed by my feet the whole time we talked. I could feel her love so strong as she felt the strokes of my hand.
I'll never forget that visit as long as I live on this earth. I just hope that dogs do go to heaven as I know she'll be waiting for me wondering what took me so long.
Thanks for the wonderful memories of my friend Windi!!