Want to see a beautiful dog? Take a look.
Trista got Tasia from the Humane Society 10 years ago. She picked her because Tasia wouldn’t even glance her way when Trista tried to talk to her. That settled it. That dog was coming home with her as soon as home was checked out.
The house passed inspection but there was no fence around the back yard. Friends put up a fence that fit Trista’s budget but was also sufficient to pass the Humane Society’s requirements. Back they come; the fence, in fact, is given the okay. So off Trista goes to pick Tasia up. Trista described her as very nervous for the first few hours. THEN, THEN, did things change! Evidently Tasia realized what a good thing she had. No surprise that it didn’t take her long. She truly is a very smart dog.
And when Ale and Trista married? Well, that was one more person who adored Tasia and doted on her. He brought Frosty Paws and played whenever she wanted, etc. She knew he loved her and she loved him right back.
Tasia is now 15 ½ years old; very rare for a dog of her size. She has been declining recently. The last few days have seen seizures and refusing to eat, etc. Tasia’s vet had been on vacation and just returned today. Trista had a morning appointment with him to discuss what the situation has been. He agreed it was time to let her go. He explained what it would be like if they did not. He explained that he had seen what wonderful owners Trista and Ale have been. He knew it was difficult, but if they did decide to let her go, he wanted them to know he thought it was a good decision.
He is coming tonight at 6:00 to the house so Miss Tasia, as we often call her, (She does live in the South!) does not have to leave her home. She can stay there until the end. Maybe not so important to some, but for a dog that the Humane Society thought was neglected it seems right to let her stay where she became totally loved and enjoyed.
Life is strange. My sister’s dog Mollie “died” exactly 11 months ago today! Mollie was a wonderful black lab. My sister had wanted a vet to come to Mollie’s house but that wasn’t possible. She is happy that Tasia can stay home.
Tasia is the only dog I have ever allowed on my furniture. But as she aged I couldn’t say no. I not only just left her alone, but I was the one to sit on the couch with her when we were all together.
People have always commented on Tasia when she has been out anywhere; they rave (“Rave” is truly the accurate description.) I do not exaggerate.) about what a beautiful dog she is. A number of years ago at the local “Bark in the Park” contest she won third place in the “Most Unique” category. Trista’s friend Jackie was visiting from Guatemala at the time. She was incensed and disgusted at Tasia only receiving third place. She put up quite a fuss about what was wrong with those judges; couldn’t they see? Trista had to be the one to get Jackie calmed down; she had to assure Jackie that it was okay. Personally, I agree with Jackie. What was wrong with those judges? How could they resist this face?
Another time a senior citizen on a bus tour saw Trista and Tasia sitting outside at Port City Java, visiting with a friend. Over she came, asking what kind of dog Tasia was and declaring her the “dog of all dogs”. Nothing to satisfy her but to return to the bus and insist that her husband and several other ladies get off and come see this dog. They did. They agreed what a beautiful, special dog she was. Tasia took it as her due. And she should.
She has been the “dog of all dogs”!
