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This
page is dedicated to my special friend,
Jeanne,
and her precious pets. |
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My
precious
dogs
who
have
added
so
much
to
my
life.
I
miss
them
all
very
much!
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August
29,
1989-June
8,
2003 |
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Cleo
was
my
beautiful
German
Shepherd
who
lived
a
good
long
life
despite
having
severe
hip
dysplasia.
Cleo
was our
first
dog who
got
to
live
in
the
house.
Because
she
was
so
good,
and
we
were
around
her
more,
my
family
learned
to
appreciate
dogs
on
a
whole
new
level.
From
then
on,
all
of
the
dogs
got
to
stay
inside.
Cleo
was
always
by
my
side
when
I
worked
at
the
computer or took
walks
outside.
I
would
tell
her when
it
was
time
to
go
check
the
e-mail,
and
she
would
go straight
to
the
computer
and
wait
for
me.
Her
other job
was
watching
for
squirrels.
She
loved
to run
along
the
line
of
trees
and
bark
at
the
squirrels
that
were jumping
from
tree
to tree.
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Manjo
was
one
of
13
puppies
born
to
my
dog,
Mandy.
My
brother's
dog,
Mojo,
was
the
father
of
the
pups. Even
though
his
birth wasn't
a
planned
event, Manjo
turned
out
to
be
a
wonderful
dog.
With
a German
Shepherd
mother
and
English
Springer
Spaniel
father,
we
weren't
sure
what the puppies
would
look
like.
But
they
were
beautiful.
Manjo
had
very
black,
very
shiny
hair.
He
was very
calm, gentle,
intelligent,
and
easy
to
train.
His
favorite
thing
was
to
get
a
good
headrub! In
his
younger
days,
his
favorite
activity
was
trying
to
catch
frogs
in
the
pond.
He
used
to
play
in
the
water
for
hours
at
a
time.
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Koko
was
technically
my
mother's
dog,
but
we
all
loved
her.
And
she
loved
all
of
us.
She
was
a
very
loving
dog
who
won
over
my
dad's
heart.
Koko
was
very
special
to
him.
Koko
was
very
sweet
and
quiet
when
she
was
with
my
parents.
But
when
she
knew
that
it
was
time
to go
out
and
play
with
our
other
dogs,
it
was
like
she
became
another
dog!
She
barked
loudly
and
jumped
on
the
gate
that
separates
our
house
from
the
converted
garage
where
the
other
dogs
live.
She
loved
playing
with
her
dog
buddies.
She
also
loved
playing
with
her toys
and
would
select
the
ones
she
wanted
to
carry
outside
with
her.
Koko
died
way
too
early
from
kidney
cancer.
She
was
only
7
and
1/2.
We
were
all
heartbroken.
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| Mojo
was
my
brother's
dog.
After
a
few
years,
my
brother
moved
away,
and
Mojo
stayed
with
us.
But
he
never
forgot
who
he
belonged
to!
He had
radar
and
seemed
to
know
when
my
brother
was
coming
for
a
visit.
About
15
minutes
before
my
brother
arrived,
Mojo
would
start
barking.
We
were
amazed
everytime!
Mojo
was
a
good
dog,
but
he
was
obsessed
with
trying
to
get
out
of
the
yard.
I
guess
he
had
an
interest
in knowing
what
was
on
the
other
side
of
the
fence.
Even
though
he's
been
gone
for
several
years,
we
still
have
logs,
rocks,
and
boards
reinforcing
the
bottom
of
the
fence.
I
always
think
of
Mo
and
smile
when
I
see
them. |
| B.J.
was
also
my
brother's
dog.
He
was
a
gift
to
him
from
a
friend.
B.J.
wasn't
very
smart,
but
he
more
than
made
up
for
this
with
his
loyalty.
We
had
B.J.
in
the
early
years
of
my
long,
chronic
illness.
I
used
to
sit
on
the
patio
a
lot
while
the
dogs
ran
around
the
yard
and
played.
But
B.J.
always
stayed by
me.
He
just
sat next to
me
and
watched
the
other
dogs
playing. I
think
he
knew
that sometimes
it's
important
to
just
be
there
for
someone
who's
hurting
or
sick.
That's
a
lesson
we
humans
need
to
remember,
too. |
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I
bought
Mandy
with
the
first
paycheck
I
received
when
I
started
teaching.
She
was
a
very
good
dog
and
was
even in
the
newspaper
once.
One
day,
I
took
her
to
the
vet
to
get
treated
for
worms.
It
was
during
the
time
(early
80's)
that
parvovirus
had
started
to
spread
quickly
in
the
US. A
photographer
from
our
local
newspaper
was
there
at
the
office
to
get
a
photo
to publish
with
a
story
about
the
need
for
people
to
vaccinate
their
dogs
for
this.
Being
there
in
the
right
place
at
the
right
time,
Mandy
was
in
the
photo.
Maybe,
in
a
small
way,
she
helped
to
get
the
word
to
people
to
take
the
parvo
scare
seriously.
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Tippy
had
the
longest
life
of
any
of
our
dogs.
She
lived
for
18
years.
I
got
her
when
I
was
11.
Someone
had
dropped
her
off
at
a
neighbor's
farm
during
a
terrible
thunderstorm.
The
first
night
that
we
had
her,
I
slept
on
the
floor
next
to
her
box
with
my
arm inside
the
box.
She
slept
the
whole
night
on
my
hand.
She
was
a
very
sweet
dog
who
liked
to
give
kisses.
She
had
a
territorial
streak,
though,
and
would
chase
dogs
of
any
size
away
from
our
house.
My
parents
took
care
of
Tippy
and
Cutie
while
I
was
away
at
college.
When
I
graduated,
they
had
some
beautiful
chalk
drawings
done
of
them.
I
still
have
these
precious
pictures
hanging
in
my
house.
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Cutie
was
born
at
our
neighbor's
house.
I
was
very
young,
and
I
was
so
excited
about
the
puppies
that
I
went
home
and
typed
out
a
little
story
about
them
on
our
old
typewriter. Cutie
used
to
sit
and
watch
for
my
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