Category Archives: TRUMAN

Yes, I know I’ve been promising updates. And it was my fervent hope to be able to sit down for…what, four straight days, perhaps…and put up the 25 or so posts I know there are to write, but I’ve been a bit preoccupied. With many things! Life has been full of things to do and things to pray about. Dog adoptions, freelance projects, events and changes and work and church and puppy raising and surprise birthday parties and friendships and on and on and on….

But mostly, in the last couple of weeks, I’ve been busily preparing for gettin’ the heck outta Dodge. Tomorrow afternoon, in fact, I’ll be on a nonstop flight from Dodge to Germany! I’ll be gone for a couple of weeks, so there will obviously still be nothing new from me (with the exception of one teeeeeensy little post scheduled to publish in a few days) until I get back.

Truman is spending the next two weeks in the capable hands (and possibly the comfy bed) of Matt and Amy…’cause if you can’t have your own dog back, his brother’s the next best thing. 🙂

Meanwhile, I’ll leave you with this photo of me, Wolf, and the Roo, taken just before he went IFT back in August. Auf wiedersehen!

It was very quick — drive up, sign papers, get Roo, take photos, go home.

He gained 4 pounds while he was IFT. He weighs 74 pounds, and looks HUGE to me!

We’re settling in and figuring out logistics. Just thought you might want to see the boy as much as I did:

I think he’s happy to be home.

I got the phone call yesterday: Truman has been released from the GDA program, because he has hip dysplasia.

It’s just on the left side, and fortunately, it’s a mild case. So mild, in fact, that not only does he show no outward signs of it, they had to get the opinion of an orthopedist because the x-rays alone weren’t strong enough evidence to make the determination. Missed it by that much….

Of course, I’m sad that he won’t graduate and go on to a life of guide work. I’m sad that he can’t even go to search and rescue — which I know he would love — because he’s been released for medical reasons. And I have spent the last 36 hours or so in deep thought and fervent prayer and my fair share of tears, and discussion and e-mail exchanges with many people, in an attempt to make the difficult decision of whether to adopt him myself or to let the school adopt him out to someone else.

The logistics are difficult. I live in a third-floor apartment with no yard, and would no longer be allowed take him to the office where I spend two of my weekdays at work. I would be taking on his medical expenses, no longer receiving reimbursement for his veterinary care. I would be paying for his food, and no longer allowed to claim the things I buy for him as a tax deduction. I would be a little less free to do what I want and go where and when I want. I would no longer have the luxury of dropping him off for free room and board and a bath up at the school. A full-time dog is a human tie-down.

But he’s my Roo. He’s this little face:

Okay, the face eventually grew more mature. But even when Truman was being difficult and adolescent and full of attitude, barking at nothing and demanding attention from the nearest person, daring me to correct him, this was the little face that I saw in my heart. I love that little face, and the heart behind it, and the messed up hip behind that, and the wagging tail behind that. And if he were to come home to live with me, I would KNOW he’d be getting the care and love that he needs, because it would be given by the person who knows him best and the person who loves him most.

So he will come home.

We will have help from my wonderful boyfriend and some other very supportive and loving people, who understand that my taking him back forever will be a challenge. I will definitely be making a list of the folks — puppy raisers, friends, family, co-workers — who have offered to watch him for me occasionally, or who have offered playdates with their own dogs or swim time in their backyard pools (really good exercise for dysplasia).

Yes, I will still update the blog with the last two months or so of photos and adventures…but I wanted to share this news with you right away so that you can share in my joy on Friday, when Truman becomes my Forever Dog. I can’t wait.

August 7 — So, I realize I owe you all about two months’ worth of posts…and believe me, there is much to post. I really wanted to have everything up to date by tomorrow so I could get a turn-in post up this weekend, but there is so much to do, so much to prepare for, and so much weeping and clinging to Truman I have yet to do before Saturday at noon…I promise I will get all of it up eventually, but it probably won’t be anywhere near on time.

Rest assured, though, I will catch you up. And there may even be some interesting puppy news on the horizon….

From an actual IM conversation I just had a few minutes ago with a co-worker (who is working from home today):

me: um…earthquake
gabe: yeah
me: holy crap
me: still moving
gabe: this is a long one
me: man!
gabe: whew… it’s rare that i actually have time to remember to find cover
me: at least we have no windows here!
me: lol
gabe: lol
gabe: sad but true
gabe: there are ppl working on the street outside and they didn’t even notice it
gabe: they’re hardcore
me: lol … it was a 5.8 centered 2mi SW of Chino Hills
gabe: that’s a good size
me: yeah!
gabe: this is so LA of us… IMing while the earthquake is happening
gabe: lol
me: LOL!!!

Meanwhile, Truman was solid as a rock. He did look up from where he was sleeping under my desk, and he stood up at some point and walked over to me — this was a LOOOOONG earthquake — but he didn’t take much notice otherwise.

A co-worker a few cubicles down from me is quoted as saying, “That is a BAD DOG. He didn’t bark or warn us or anything.”

I replied, “You mean you didn’t get his e-mail?”

I’ve been dreading going to the mailbox for weeks now, knowing it was coming any day. Today, we got it.

The letter.

Turn-in day is August 9th.

June 8, 2008 — Truman and I have pretty much been hanging around the apartment, having a lazy day. Some days, he just looks big and grown up in ways that I’ve not yet seen. Today, inexplicably, he looks suspicious.

(Sorry about the title. Couldn’t help myself.)

June 1, 2008 — Just four months after our first train trip to San Diego, Truman and I were headed there again. And though we were riding in an Amtrak passenger car, this time was different in that the train was being pulled by the steam locomotivewe’ve come to know and love.

Unlike the trip to Fullerton, this was a full-blown steam excursion that was open to the public; it had been three years in the making, and the cars that followed the engine were filled with families, old-timers and steam enthusiasts who travel to distant locations for opportunities such as this one. As we pulled away from Union Station and rounded a curve of track, I was able to get a quick photo of Santa Fe 3751 in action — forgive the “filter” of the dirty Amtrak window:

As usual, many people were surprised to see a dog on the train, but Truman makes friends quickly and soon one of our car hosts was snapping his photograph for inclusion in his train club’s upcoming newsletter. We settled in and enjoyed the view all the way down the coast, having chosen seats on the side of the train that we knew would be closest to the ocean during the daylight trip southward.

She certainly draws a crowd! We pulled into the historic Santa Fe station in San Diego a few relaxing hours later, and were immediately met with throngs of curious onlookers and TV cameras. Here are some shots of her from the station and from across the street, with the station behind her, against the backdrop of the modern buildings of downtown San Diego:

We were free to explore for a few hours, so Truman and I had a nice lunch in front of the tall ships docked nearby, the most well-known of which, Star of India, had a bunch of people doing rigging or something high up just above the sail.

Before we got back onto the train for the journey home, I took a few shots of the inside of the lovely old Santa Fe station.

The only trouble with traveling is that I come home tired after a full day on the road…but Truman, who has by this time slept for most of the day and left the arrangements and coordination up to me, is ready to play. After having been so well-behaved and “in jacket” all day long, he got home to the apartment and hit the stairs at full shuffle, going up and down three flights twice in the time it took me to do it once, then doing donuts on my living room carpet until I made him go to bed. Is there a way to tap into puppy energy?

May 24, 2008 — There’s not always an opportunity for us (or most people) to hang out with a big steam locomotive, but there is a local train club here in Southern California where steam enthusiasts gather to build and run their own miniature trains, and to give rides and tours to the public as well.

Truman’s favorite human is a member of the Los Angeles Live Steamers, so we were invited to attend their annual Spring meet. People from all over the country descend on the LALS portion of Griffith Park for a weekend of food, entertainment, camping, and riding the little rails through the forest!

We were fortunate to be in the company of one of the core members of the club, who gave us a special walking tour of the facility. Truman enjoyed his stroll through the woods and a photo session with several of the miniature set pieces that make the track circuit even more fun. We thought the bridge was especially cool:

There are full-sized pieces on the property as well. This caboose houses the club’s library of historic books, documents, manuals and other train-related ephemera.

The atmosphere was festive, the BBQ was delicious, and the entertainment was provided by our favorite big band, The Fabulous Esquires…and yes, they played “Take the A Train.”

If I hadn’t had to keep both hands firmly on Truman, I would have taken a photo of us riding this little Santa Fe. Truman is typically an excellent traveler…when he’s in an enclosed compartment, that is. When he is sitting on a bench in front of me, with my arms around him to keep him from leaping off, he is less enthusiastic about riding the train. We had a few power struggles in which he was certain that if he wiggled enough, or climbed over me, he could elude my grasp and disembark mid-trip, hobo style. Fortunately, however, my dog-enhanced biceps are well practiced in the art of puppy restraint, and no one caused a derailment….