this is miss beal. she is otherwise known as ally, beally, fuzzbutt, and ghostface killer.
miss beal is a bad ass golden retriever/chow chow mix. beal reminds me of a sassy southern woman, which is why i refer to her as miss beal… bitch deserves respect. she’s old, crabby, grouchy, and cool as shit. she’s fluffy, kind, loves a good ear scratch, and she is an amazing dancer. up until 2 years ago, she was still killing rabbits and other animals in our backyard which is why she is known as ghostface killer.
now we are on the brink of miss beal going to the land of butterflies and blueberry pies and dammit, that bitch needs a tribute.
just like my other dog, beal had a rough start at life. she was adopted to a family who kept her in a dog run… and as an energetic pup who was teething, she nipped often. she didn’t mean it maliciously, she just wanted to play. well, her first owner thought that she was aggressive and returned her to the pound.
now, when you return a dog to the pound and say that they are aggressive and it’s a kill shelter, you have basically give the dog a death sentence. please remember that.
enter my mother. my dear, dear mother. on november 4th, 1999, her and my father were out and about. she announced that if my father wouldn’t quit smoking, she was going to get another dog. he didn’t believe her until she made him pull into the humane society. literally. they walk in and see all the dogs they have to offer and nothing strikes their fancy. my mom wanted a puppy to give to my brother. they didn’t have any puppies for adoption. my mom and dad walk around again and aren’t interested in any of the dogs.
out of the blue, the lady at the humane society says, “well, there is this one.”
the humane society in the neighboring town is many small buildings. the front building is where they keep all of the adoptable animals. you go through two additional buildings and you get to a small room with a sink and lots of cats.
on the ground there is this orange ball of fluff that is craving attention. my mom is agast. this is the room where they put unwanted animals to sleep. my mom asked the ladies, “why is this dog back here? why didn’t you tell me about her?!” they explained to my mom that she had been previously adopted but was returned for being “aggressive”. they had been trying to get her to be aggressive for days but she was a loving, attention craven puppy.
my mom and dad fell in love immediately.
my mom told them that they would be coming back with my brother to make sure that he wanted her and the girl stopped and without a hitch asked her to sign the adoption papers before she went. speechless, my mom signed the papers.
for lack of better phrasing, my mom stayed miss beal’s execution.
after my parents came and got me and my brother, we too fell under the spell of miss beal. she was precious. at this point she was 4 months old. her paws and ears were too big for her body and she hated stairs. our other dog at that time was very unsure of her and totally alpha dogged her. ally would follow mandy around and mandy tolerated her.
she was the most precious puppy ever.
yes, she has gotten into her fair share of trouble and boy, does she have a temper. but she is tremendously loyal, loving, and one of the best mixes of dogs ever. miss beal has given her fair share of cuddles and been cuddled. we have watched many movies together.
her best friend, our cat named floyd. they’re the same color and the cuddle quite often. he also cleans her ears, which she loves.
she hates being brushed, she doesn’t like leashes, and she has very selective hearing. she would run away on us when she was a puppy quite often. eventually we would catch her and bring her back home. up until about a year ago, she would take little jaunts around our neighborhood and not come home for like an hour. she has always been her own pup. her birthday is the 4th of july and she loves ice cream.
she used to jump up on the couch when my mom would leave in the morning and she always knew when my mom would come home. she would immediately get off the couch, stretch, and lay down near the stairs to seem like she had been there and not on the couch.
14 years later, my girl has gone blind. she can’t go up and down the stairs, which is a problem at my parents house. she is only a shell of what she once was due to two forms of lyme disease. unfortunately it is time to say goodbye to the best girl in the world. when i was home last, i said my goodbyes. i told her it was okay to let go. no one would hate her; in fact, we would love her even more. but if she wanted to keep on fighting the good fight, i respect that and that mummah would know when it is time. sadly, it has come.
all while it is sad and i will mourn her deeply, we gave her a life she wasn’t supposed to have. she was supposed to die at 4 months old. looking back at the past 14 years, she has led an extraordinary life. more than extraordinary, it’s been nothing but spectacular. we must celebrate the life on my pooch and the pound puppies that have been saved by kind individuals like my mother!
i’m going home in a little over a week and i’m unsure if my pup will be around when i get there. i’m not looking for pity… but if you do have a dog, give them an extra hug tonight because unfortunately their lives are so short. love them as much as you can.