Da Boyz!
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| Mickey & Mason Little Tybee Island, GA |
September 1, 2005 Maggie met the new addition(s) to the Dixon household. She had already met Toby and enjoyed her visits. A visit from Toby was like a breath of fresh air. She usually showed up with a couple of suitcases so it was quite different on that warm Friday afternoon when the 27 foot Penske truck pulled up out front of the house. No worries Maggie thought; "daddy's home and Toby is with him; perhaps the big truck means she staying longer this time, that'll be GREAT!" Wagging and panting Maggie greeted us at the door. Excited as always and ready to be petted and spoiled. THEN IT HAPPENED! Around from the side of the truck he came; all 85 pounds of him!
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| Mickey enjoying a sunny day in Savannah, GA |
"WHAT THE HELL?!
Maggie say hello to Mickey. He is going to live with us!
"Oh HELL NO!, not in MY house! What?! WHO!? NO! NO! NO! This is MY house! This can't be!"
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| Mickey back home in Oregon |
So maybe it wasn't quite this dramatic but it was a realization that Maggie had to learn to live with. The big black MALE was here to stay. Maggie and Mickey took to each other a little less than peas and carrots but they did well together. Over the next year they tolerated each other and even learned to play together. The following August, when Maggie passed, it was apparent Mickey was feeling the loss as much as I was. Mickey, a very calm soul, had taken to Maggie and understood he was in her house. Now he was the lead dawg, he was in charge. It was his house to rule.
Mickey a rescue dawg, came to Toby in 2003 or 2004, she's really not sure. Mickey had been tied to a tree in the rain with a note that simple said, "desperate, please take me". Toby of course did just that and after a day or two figured that he liked being called Mickey. Mickey, like Maggie, made the move from the Pacific Northwest to the Southeast while sitting in the front seat of a Penske rental truck. Maggie saw Yellowstone National Park's Old Faithful, The Grand Tetons, and The Rockies; Mickey saw The Grand Canyon and the deserts of the Southwest. Both agreed: The U S of A has some awesome places to run.
After Maggie's death we were just a one dawg family, and that was alright with me. In May of 2008 we moved across the island to a larger house and a larger yard; and that Fall it was decided that I should receive a puppy for my birthday. I really think Toby just wanted Mickey to have someone to play with but who am I to argue that. So, on November 7, 2008 a puppy arrived. I should note here that I have always wanted to name a dawg "dawg" and for the first few days I thought this was about to happen as we just couldn't seem to think of a name fitting the new puppy. Finally Toby came up with the idea of Mason. Mason Dixon. Has a nice ring if I do say so myself.
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| Mason "No, I didn't go piddle..." |
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| Da Boyz |
Whether going out, or coming in, da boyz go in unison. Boating? love it! Running the beach when the DNR ain't lookin? love it!
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| Mickey & Mason Little Tybee, GA Surf Fishing Trip |
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| Mason Little Tybee, GA |
Early February 2009 it was decided that the family should go for a short boat ride. The weather was cool but sunny with calm seas. It was Mason's first boat outing and almost his last. As the story goes, depending on who you believe, Mason fell out of the boat. With Toby at the wheel and da boyz riding on the bow, I was busy arranging coolers and chairs...yes, that means I was getting a beer. Suddenly the boat slows and Toby is yelling Mason's name. I turned looking back off the stern only to see Mason doing his best dawg paddle riding the top of a swell....about a hundred yards back! Toby turned us around and off we went. As we neared Mason I took hold of the stern line and a throw cushion and proceeded to jump in after him. Now mind you, it was FEBRUARY! And even in Savannah the water is COLD in February! There was some speculation that he was pushed, but after a harsh interrogation no evidence could be found to support this theory, thus no charges were pressed against Mickey in the incident. I still have my doubts.
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| Mason Legs crossed all sophisticated... |
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| Mason What? Who me? |
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| Mickey & Mason Doing everything together, as always! |
And you'd be right...... almost. Some time back Da Boyz began harmonizing with the local firetrucks. They practiced several times a week and always at noon on Wednesday, if the skies were clear and the county tested the tornado sirens. I could not be prouder of Da Boyz and know they will go far as a great duet. They do however, need a few more songs before they can cut an album. Perhaps someone at Disney will read this and give us a call....
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| Mickey & Mason Snow day, Jacksonville, Oregon circa 2012 |
Mickey and Mason are doing well these days in our new home. Mickey, though I am not sure he knows it, is back home in Oregon, just a few miles from where he and Toby first met. Mason on his first move just does what he always does, follows Mickey. Mason unfortunately did not get to see much of our great land on his move cross country as this time we flew. Life is good though and da boyz get to hike in the mountains and if they were just remotely interested they could chase deer and turkeys. Key word in that phrase, could, but they choose not to. They have played in the snow and though they don't appear to enjoy it quite as much as Maggie they have fun running around in it. the one, the only................UGA!
A boy and his DAWGS, ain't life grand?!
Bet you didn't see that ending coming...
as always,
bkd
own a pet, preferably a dog but if you have to, make it a cat...they will show you love when others won't
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