Me and my dog named Poxie

This is not a sentimental post or an attempt to give animals human characteristics at all
as children are allowed to be children – as women are allowed to be women – as men are allowed to be men – then dogs are allowed to be dogs – so it is as good as it can be.
This post written with a twinkle in the eye and actually also a small tear in both eye hook.

My lovely dog, Poxie, died last saturday, exactly 15 years and one month old
It is said that one human year is equivalent to seven dog years, so it was an old lady.

but there is a good story or good stories hidden behind this lovely dog

It was a yorkshire terrier on top of that one with a very long and nice pedigree
with an official name so long and fine that was a queen or princess worthy
that fact wasn’t made the dog snobby at all, but observed in the attitudes one could see
that in one way or another so shone the noble and the aristocratic through
but being snobby, was the dog really very far from – it was a small yorkshire terrier,
with an ego, with courage and with self-confidence as an enormous giant.

 The first meeting was funny, my partner and I had decided to divorce – I was going to keep the house and we decided to bought her a house – there was a house in the town she wanted to buy and I was followed to see if there was some mistake or some missings at the house – the nice elderly couple invited us in to inspect the house – when we come into the kitchen – a small 15 weeks old yorkshire terrier puppy came whistling – directly bypassing the others and straight to me, and called for being lifted up – which I did.

We also found out that the dog only was allowed to be in the kitchen not the rest of the house – but the couple maybe not dare to say anything to the dog was sitting into my arms all the way through the house – they had a house they would have sold 
my ex-wife bought the house and moved in almost immediately
8 days after the elderly couple called her – they were already tired of the puppy
ask if she still would buy the puppy, the answer was yes.
When I came up to put our son (who lived with me) of at his mother
so the dog came rushing as if it was the one and only that I came to visit
it jumped into the car as it said “Here we go”.Our son looked after the dog when his mother would be away for a longer time
such as weekends and evenings – so he took the dog home to our house
and it was walking in as if it owned the entire cottage.
The dog was very easy to “babysit”
such as ate the dog always the food it was offered
I told some guest I was visiting for dining
that they did not believe – so I had to prove it
so first got the dog served a tiny shrimp cocktail (with all)
so then it got a little piece of entrecote with fried potatoes and a little sauce
finally, a little chocolate cake with orange ice cream
it did not eat but ate.
When the son the day after handed over the dog to his mother – he tell the story
she laughed and claimed that it was the city’s most spoiled dog.
If she was driving in her car to bring the dog to my house
so she stopped some distance away and walked the short distance round the bend
for if the dog discovered the house from inside the car
so it was so wildly enthusiastic that it peed on the seat of joy.

Then it took almost a couple of years where the dog came to visit if not daily, so several times during the week – came to visit and sometimes stayed several days too
 so when my ex-wife one day asked if I would take the dog permanently 
so the answer was easy – so then moved Poxie in, with all its “belongings” 
including the fine pedigree,
where we found out that its first name wasn’t “Poxie” but “Topsy” 
it was changed so that it came to be called what we always thought was the dog’s name.

I had a lot of work at home in my home office
this pleased Poxie quite excellent, it was so much at the open terrace door
where from it liked to follow if something was happening in the encircled garden
one day suddenly stiffened Poxie, for less than half a meter from the dog sat a red squirrel watching the dog – it was obvious that the dog wondered what kind of fellow that was
  when the squirrel hopped in and sniffed at the food bowl – enough was enough
the squirrel was chased out and it didn’t happen silently.
A special feature of the yorkshire terrier is that they don’t know how small they are
either they believe that they are very large
or maybe believe that the size makes no difference.
When Poxie first time should meet the family’s grandparents
It was a memorable meeting
Grandmother and grandson sitting in the back seat
grandfather on the passenger seat and Poxie rushed around and talked to all
so holy mark the one with the grandfather and whined a little
I asked if we should not stop and walk the dog
but the grandfather thought the dog was just happy to see him
Suddenly the dog peed on the grandfather
that was what it had tried telling
however they did not arise because of that
actually loved Poxie always come to visit them
there it was treated as queen of the queens.

When we went for a walk – not long trips, Poxie had short legs
if we met a large dog so was the dog alert and barking if necessary
if we met a small dog so it was very gracious
Poxie loved to be out on the walk, but would quickly be worn around
up and sit in the arms and enjoy the view
but we met some children, especially little girls
so would Poxie down on its own feet
because it knew that they would gather around it and stroke it
while they told how sweet and lovely it was
when they were gone, it would up in arms again.

 Poxie was a very international dog
with its own passport – an approved vaccination certificate
which made that it was moved with us at the periods of stayed abroad.
Poxie could bark in danish, german, norwegian, english and french
the dogs could easily understand each other
so either have they ear for language or there is an international dog language.

 Countless times, when there was peace and quiet in the house in the late evening hours and I sat at the desk with my laptop and worked – was often the only light from the big screen – then one sat there in own thoughts – suddenly came there a head out from behind the screen – a small head with glowing eyes – there was one who needed a little attention. 

 Yorkshire terrier has generally not any fantastic sight
but an exceptionally impressive hearing, sense of smell and great intuition.

Poxie had no trouble being home alone 3 4 or 5 hours
just not made ​​a big deal out of it was to be alone
just it had a walk before, so the dog slept most of the time
we have a photo sensor that revealed this.

The remarkable thing was that my son while he lived at home
came home at the same time every day
it could be seen on the video that Poxie every day 10 minutes before
woke up and sat down by the door to wait
normally it lay in my bed and slept.

Over the last months Poxie’s sight was substantially attenuated
but compensated with the other senses
However, it would eventually like to have harness and leash on
it would very much like to get rid of before.

It was never wearing collars, the shape of the head and neck didn’t match that.

The last week was very strange without Poxie, it used to be there so really missed it.

60 tanker om “Me and my dog named Poxie

  1. Det gør mig meget ondt for dig!
    At miste en mangeårig trofast companion er svært, uanset om det er fra menneske- eller dyreriget.

    Din søde lille vovse har, efter upåklageligt at have passet sine pligter som familiehund i mange år, bestemt fortjent sit fine mindeindlæg.

    Vores familiehund, Charlie, bliver stadig mindet med vemod, med glæde og taknemmelighed, når familien er samlet, og en udbryder: “Kan I huske, da Charlie…?
    Han fulgte med os alle vegne, og han ‘dukker stadigvæk op’.

    • #.erasmine
      Ja det er mærkeligt også selvom det “kun” er en hund – men det er mange åe og så bli’r det en vane oven i købet en af de gode af slagsen – også for temperamentet passede perfekt til mig, lige den slags hund jeg sætter pris på – selvstændig, stolt, temperamentsfyldte “hysterisk” på en meget tilpasset måde og alligevel “firmaets mand” – mange har gennem tiden rost opdragelsen af hende – men reelt var der ingen, kun indirekte – intuition findes også blandt hunde… ‘smiler’

      Det sidste afsnit kan jeg kun nikke anerkendende til, det er så’n det er – og så’n det skal være – uanset hvem – man skal ikke glemme men gemme – og gemme i ens rygsæk så den kan ‘poppe op’ og ikke som en lænke om benet man falder i – det gavner ingen – men mærkeligt er det sgu… 🙂

    • #.lisaman
      Thanks appreciates, she was cute – and it was funny when she was aboard, a french dog and a danish dog haven’t any problems about “talk together” – we human could learn something there… ‘smile’

    • #.jan masyn
      Thanks, agree a sad story but not all good stories stop with a happy end – in life there’s no happy endings but that that didn’t mean it was not a good story- that’s life this way and all other way too… 🙂

  2. Such a warm and encouraging story of Poxie. One full of warm heart and wet kisses. I can only imagine the hole that is left after her being gone. The peeing in the car seat story, too funny, and the glowing eyes Hilarious !! Thank you for sharing such a wonderful story and I am sorry of your loss of her.

    • #.bella remy
      Yes the peeing was funny, I always told my ex-wife she have to learn it, the dog was happy ‘hahaha’ – and the “grand father peeing” so my mother almost laugh to death because of “the old man”s face – she loves when Poxie visiting her… ‘hahaha’

      I’m grown up among animals in the surroundings – and if you have chosen to have a pet, you have to care about it… 🙂

  3. Such a beautiful story about Poxie. I smiled at the fact that she could bark in so many languages, sounds like she had fun and brought you joy.

    • #.cocouupnorth
      Thanks really appreciates.. 🙂

      I think she enjoyed being a part of my family, and even her weight only was about 5½ pound – then she brought something to the family… 😉

      Among other things also no matter which laungage you speak, you can speak to foreigners really easily… ‘hahaha’

    • #.richard guest
      Thanks Richard, appreciate that – yeah a great dog she believed she was a large dog wasn’t afraid of anything – wonderful great courage in such a small dog… 🙂

    • #.john galt
      Tak skal du ha’ – ja det er mærkeligt efter så mange år – hvor den lystigt og fornøjet har fulgt med først til Norge så England så Tyskland så Danmark så Frankrig og så England – en rigtig familiehund og et bevis på at størrelse ikke betyder noget… ‘smiler’

  4. sorry for “My lovely dog, Poxie, died last saturday, exactly 15 years and one month old
    It is said that one human year is equivalent to seven dog years, so it was an old lady…” – condolences by my cat and me!

  5. Such a small dog, but it sounds like she’s left such a big imprint! I am sorry to hear of her passing, it’s so hard to lose a dog friend. They really do become part of your family.

    • #.Madhu
      Thanks, really appreciates – if one had a dog in the family for so long time in the family then it be a part of the family life – especially when it is such a small dog with me so great (and good) attitudes that feel like part of the family… 🙂

  6. So nice to read about your dear Poxie, Drake. I know you have an empty whole in your life now, but at the same time it is not empty: it is filled with great memories. I lost my last (before this) dog when he was 15 years and 3 months old. Still miss him. They are individuals.

  7. Dogs and humans have been walking the same path for a long long time and when we make that link it is like the first time of sharing trust all over again. All the stories about your little dog reveal her awareness. Poxie is a great life remembered well.

    • #.manoli rizo
      Instinctively then a pet over 15 years will be a close part of family life and it’s strange when it is gone – but it’s probably also what is the meaning of a pet – to be close to family life … 🙂

  8. Pets become part of our lives, some ar only with us for a short time and others span many years, but they all make an impression on our lives. I still remember my first pet, and funny it was a duck, but I still rember over 50 years later.
    Thanks for sharing and stopping by my blog.

    • #.downtime
      Agree they make an impression on our lives, because they come so close – and I think that isn’t bad at all – who funny a duck, really great – there must have been a lot of fun episodes and experiences… 🙂

  9. Oh Le Drake, what a beautiful story! I love Poxie, a beautiful little puppy who could bark in 5 languages. ♥ Did you ever get another little friend?
    My cat, Pup, is 17 now. He only nibbles his food which is okay, but the 2 young cats steal it because they know it tastes better than their food. Pup is quite skinny now.
    I sleep with a Tupperware tub of cat food on my end table so I can feed Pup in the middle of the night.
    Well, Le Drake, I found this post at the bottom of one of your recent posts…. where they suggest similar posts. I don’t usually bother with those suggestions, but this was intriguing.
    I’m glad I came. You are a very, very sweet Drake! ♥x♥

  10. Poxi, piękna , będzie Ci brakowało jej podczas spaceru…
    Ja tęsknie za wszystkimi swoimi psami , które odeszły do ” psiego nieba ”
    Myślę ,że jesteś chociaż trochę uspokojony , zapewniłeś jej cudowne życie
    Pięknie o Niej napisałeś….

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