R.I.P. Aries Inez (c. May 1, 1995-March 15, 2012)
My beauty queen has died.
I called her that because, after she inexplicably lost a tooth as a young dog, we used to joke about her being a beauty queen from West Virginia- blonde, ditzy, and toothless.
I used to sing a version of Abba's "Dancing Queen" to her. I will miss doing that.
Despite her appearance as a pushover, Aries was a sweet, loving, intelligent girl with a complex personality. She was always so playful and happy, so innocent and eager, super smart, but gentle and plagued by a guilty conscience. She had a penchant for getting into things- pulling food off the counter, digging in trash, etc.- and then telling on herself even if I did not see her in action, head down, tail tucked.
I will miss her "deer stretches," her dinner dances, her potty dances, her super soft ears, trademark mohawk and beard, little white toes. I will miss finding her wiry terrier hairs embedded in my clothes and even in my skin.
Aries brought so much to my life, from the moment I picked her up, a timid stray puppy bruised from being thrown out of a car. She was the balancing force to Ameria's aggressive energy and one of the great loves of my life.
I have my memories and, for awhile longer, the blood streaks left on the wall from Aries banging her tail against in pure, relentless enthusiasm.
I called her that because, after she inexplicably lost a tooth as a young dog, we used to joke about her being a beauty queen from West Virginia- blonde, ditzy, and toothless.
I used to sing a version of Abba's "Dancing Queen" to her. I will miss doing that.
Despite her appearance as a pushover, Aries was a sweet, loving, intelligent girl with a complex personality. She was always so playful and happy, so innocent and eager, super smart, but gentle and plagued by a guilty conscience. She had a penchant for getting into things- pulling food off the counter, digging in trash, etc.- and then telling on herself even if I did not see her in action, head down, tail tucked.
I will miss her "deer stretches," her dinner dances, her potty dances, her super soft ears, trademark mohawk and beard, little white toes. I will miss finding her wiry terrier hairs embedded in my clothes and even in my skin.
Aries brought so much to my life, from the moment I picked her up, a timid stray puppy bruised from being thrown out of a car. She was the balancing force to Ameria's aggressive energy and one of the great loves of my life.
I have my memories and, for awhile longer, the blood streaks left on the wall from Aries banging her tail against in pure, relentless enthusiasm.