Tuesday, November 23, 2010

Doggess of Love: Venus

I remember the first time I ever saw you...
Your picture was on-line...your smile and your coloring were exactly like my sheltie mix I had as a child.
I went to the shelter to meet you, and in the midst of loudness of dogs barking and crying, you came over and put your paw on my knee. You were so sweet and laid back...I wanted to take you home then, but I didn't want to make a rash decision, even though I know your time was limited. 

So, I went back the next day and sprung you from the shelter...

My Daisy wasn't exactly thrilled, and frankly, you STANKED so BAD!! 
I briefly considered finding you another forever home--only briefly though.  I decided Daisy just had to get over herself because you were, frankly a big furball of Love.  Hence your name, Venus.  Goddess of Love...
or, Doggess of Love. 

You were such a quiet dog, until my friend from Florida taught you to bark and play...and from that day, you never really stopped barking.

You loved western North Carolina, where you would bust out of the screen door if you smelled a squirrel in the forest.  You would wander the trail barking and herding squirrels.  When we would go for a hike or a run, you always would get lost in the woods chasing squirrels, ignoring my calls to come back.  Oftern, you brought yourself home when you were tired, or other times, someone from campus would find you, know that you were Venus, and bring you home.

Remember how you  would take a running jump to scramble on the bed?
Oh yes, and how you would get so close in my face and breathe that it felt like you were trying to suck out my essence.

When we moved to the city, you were very polite to my guests.  Remember the time we had a krispy kreme donut party, and my guest was holding a glass of milk and not looking at it, and you took the opportunity to poke your snout into the glass and have a sip?

Speaking of snout, remember how I discovered it was YOU that broke open and consumed the bag of pita chips that I had left in the shopping bag on the floor? Salty smelling snout and of course, the gallons of water you drank for a couple of days.   I loved kissing the top of your long snout.  So soft.

You were the best running dog, remember?  You loved to go jogging, especially at the nature park. Of course, sometimes we would give in and let you off leash. Sometimes you would get lost and wait at the end of the trail, like this:

But then there was that time that you decided to go home with another family.  We searched and searched for you for over an hour, until we saw this guy putting up signs about a lost dog, with YOUR PICTURE on it. Yep.  You were sitting in his truck, just happy as could be.   We had a hard time getting over that, you Dog of Love.

Oh, yes, and then there was that time here in Boston when I let you off leash on the greenway, and you got caught in brambles, and then I kept calling you and calling you, and you never came.  Someone at the boatyard said they saw you running towards Riverside street, so I took off, and there you were, waiting on the porch.  I am glad that you knew the way home, but dang, you could have been HIT.BY. A. CAR!!!

You loved to herd and be the boss.  Remember, staying over at Ali and Kim's, and Kenna and Bryan's?  Umm yes, you tried to herd the rottweilers and pitbulls until they sat on you.  Still didn't shut you up!  All your bossy barking...even at the park last spring when everyone wanted to play,and you could barely walk, but you still would try to command some order. .  

You were such a great sport.  In fact, you loved sports--especially Manny Ramirez when he played for the Red Sox.  Any time there was a hit, you would bark in celebration.  

You also loved your walks in the neighborhood here in Boston.  You especially loved the Sunday Night walks, which I dubbed the Gauntlet walk, because it was the night before trash pickup and every body's trash barrels were out, full of chicken bones, food scraps, mold....you thought it was the Heaven Walk. Remember that Sunday night when I didn't take you, and you decided to take yourself since the gate was open.  You trotted three blocks down the busiest street in Medford, taking in the glorious piles of trash, until some kind teen-age girls saw you--and knew definitely by your size you were NOT a stray.  They found someone who recognized you, a neighbor a street over, who brought you home.  WE didn't even know you were gone--but you were quite proud of yourself.

You loved holidays--of course Thanksgiving was your favorite (all that TURKEY!!) but Halloween wasn't bad, either.

Oh sweet Venus, Ni-Ni, Italian Border Collie ("A new breed this year in the AKC.  Especially known for their portly figure, this breed is marked by a penchant for floor surfing, herding poodles, eating anything and everything except for lettuce and carrots, and of course, a BIG smile" is what we would say about you...), Havolina-Ni-na, dear dog of Love, our Venus.  We miss you already, so, so much.   16 years is a long time, indeed....and my life, and our family's life is forever changed by your big heart of LOVE.   

Rest in peace, dear one.  Rest and run free.


  1. I am so sorry for your loss. Venus was one terrific dog, from the sounds of your eulogy. peace and love to you in this sad time.

  2. I am so sorry. What a beautiful, sweet girl. She is running free with Zorra and Amie now, still spreading love.

  3. Beautiful...our pets teach us so much about life...(((all)))

  4. My heart is with you and your family. It is so hard to give over our four footers to God. Know that God delights in the presence of Venus, a being so full of love.

  5. This is such a sweet touching tribute to your much loved dog. My Roxie is going on 13, going blind with a degenerative spinal nerve atrophy issue...but yesterday when we walked her in the cold brisk air of almost winter (her favorite weather) - she a could have been a puppy! So full of energy.

    Much love to you and your family as you celebrate her life and all the love you knew in and through each other.