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Shasta


  Shasta

OUR DOG SHASTA
(AKA, THE SHASTAMEISTER)
 
Shasta came into our household in November of 1996. She was our first dog. She was a great puppy, even though she basically flunked puppy kindergarten at the training school. She was having too much fun running around.  Shasta was the best trained dog, as long as the trainer was watching. As soon as it was our turn, she was not interested.  At home, Shasta fulfilled her mission as a companion and a lap dog. When we sat on a couch or a chair, Shasta leaped right up there to do her job.  She was a number one couch potato! She was a funny dog too. She watched a particular sprinkler head on our front lawn from the front window. Once she worked up the courage, she ran out the front door and attacked that sprinkler head with all her might. She barked at it, chewed on it and basically tried to destroy it.  She did this many, many times a day, or as many times as we would indulge her.  We never quite figured out why she hated that particular sprinkler head. We actually never even used the lawn sprinkler system and kept it shut off.  Once, a friend convinced us to unscrew that sprinkler head and remove it from the lawn. She wanted to see what Shasta would do.  Once removed, water started shooting out of the open pipe…even though the water was turned off. Water came out for several hours.  We had greater respect for Shasta’s judgment after that, since surely that sprinkler head was bewitched.


Shasta was also a great squirrel chaser. It was unfortunate that the trees in our neighborhood were just too tall. She never caught one, but she never gave up trying either.  She was a very loving and loyal dog. Her only interests in life, aside from that one sprinkler head and squirrels, was spending time with us, her human family. She followed me everywhere.   I had to accept the fact that she was the “Alpha” dog in our relationship.  Once she turned those big brown eyes on me, I did what she wanted. I began to suspect that was not the best way to raise a dog, but we had a wonderful 10 years together.   Thank goodness for the vets and staff at Greenlake Animal Clinic, who taught me everything I knew about taking car of Shasta. She loved her vets and was so cooperative for every procedure. It was always heartwarming to know they loved her too. I will remember Drs. Mortimer, Richardson and Spencer for all their support for me and care for Shasta.


Shasta was a beautiful dog and a wonderful member of our household. She loved to sleep nestled between our shoes, and we would find her in a pile of shoes waiting for us at the back door everyday when we came home.  She was happiest tearing apart toilet paper rolls and eating my daughter’s homework. She loved to go outside and walk, so she could pick up little scraps of paper litter and drag them with her.  Shasta would rather tear Kleenex and eat it, than play fetch.  Perhaps this habit was somehow related to that sprinkler head… 


Our home is quieter without Shasta. She would be watching me type this, or sleeping next to me on the floor if she were here right now. How can you beat that? Shasta left us too soon, but her memory is a blessing for us. I never had a dog before Shasta, so I did not understand how much this loss hurts. She was a small dog, but she had a big presence in our household and a big heart.
 
Linda P.



Last Edited: Oct 14, 2008 8:47 AM
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