Keesa's Tribute
All about Keesa
Pet Tip
Tip – 38 – Dog toys – good and bad dog toys
GOOD AND BAD DOG TOYS
All dogs like to play, especially chase games but these are not necessarily the games you want them to play. Retrieving games are best, giving the dog lots of exercise, without necessarily exhausting you. Balls …
- Owner:
- Carol-Ann Zutz
- City:
- Pitt Meadows
- Province, Country:
- BC, Canada
- Type/Breed:
- Keeshound/Sheltie
- Date of Birth:
- Easter 1993
- Date of Death
- Not Provided
- Sex:
- Female
- Height:
- Not Provided
- Weight:
- Not Provided
- Coat Colour:
- Golden Brown
- Eye Colour:
- Brown
My little baby girl, Keesa. I remember when Dad brought you home, and I asked if you were really ours and if we could keep you. I wanted to name you Sniffles, and BJ wanted to name you Rabies. I remember that first day together, we were all out in the back yard lying on the ground and you'd come up and bite our ears. All of our camping trips to Horsefly (you sleeping under the tree with only your nose poking out). You were so hard to take for walks because you were the one walking ME. Every Halloween we'd let you 'carve' your own pumpkin with your claws. I've never seen a dog try to attack a pumpkin like that before! And Christmas... How you'd open your presents just like us, and help me open mine. Helping us find our chocolate during Easter Egg Hunts. :) You always could show me where the good ones were hidden. If we ever said the C-A-T word, my goodness. You'd dart off into the back yard. Remember your "crazy dog run's"? When you'd take off around the pool at 100 miles an hour... And the way you'd sit out on the back deck and Survey your Domain. Watching for that damn bird that would come and eat our fish (son of a b*tch).... I'll never be able to look at that phrase the same way again. I still have pictures of you out in the back yard after it snowed... I'd stand inside the back door and make snowballs for you to catch... I love the one of you catching it in mid air. And how you'd lie out on the back deck for hours in the snow, with your fox tail wrapped around all the way to your nose. How you were so afraid of lights… Cameras, flashlights… And shoes :) The way you wouldn’t leave us alone when the motorhome pulled up out front. There was no way you were going to be left behind. I remember my first trip away from you when we drove to