In Memoriam, Miss Maxie (1998-2014)

On May 2, 2014, my beloved dog, Miss Maxie, passed away. Although she was an elderly dog, her ultimate decline was quick–less than a week. She was my companion, my friend, my road dog, and my dog baby.

One of my favorite pictures. It was cute, but I made her get out of my bed.

One of my favorite pictures. It was cute, but I made her get out of my bed.

She was a thoughtful, quiet dog, but she loved taking long walks, chasing squirrels and rabbits, and being chased. She loved sleeping under the covers and sneaking into bed with our overnight guests.

I was lucky to find a dog that fit my personality so perfectly. I adopted her from the animal shelter in January 1999. And since that time, she was never away from me for more than a few days at a time. She was one of kind–a lover of all people but picky about her canine associations. My husband and I will miss her companionship. Whenever one of us stayed up late working, studying, or “dissertating,” she would keep us company.

Miss Maxie and my mother, also known as "the dog whisperer."

Miss Maxie and my mother, also known as “the dog whisperer.”

I am still extremely sad that she had to go. But, again, I was fortunate to have had a dog like her.



Wacky Wednesday: What Are You Afraid Of?

Da Realist 1

RottweilerI am a “country girl,” and I grew having animals around–dogs, cats, and chickens mostly, but there were others as well. I have always loved dogs, and I never considered myself afraid of any of them until my dog was attacked. I was walking Miss Maxie, my little Jack Russell Terrier mix, when I saw a woman who was walking two large Rottweilers. I sensed trouble immediately. Why is it that so many people with dangerous dogs aren’t able to control them? These dogs were huge–like nothing I have seen since. They saw my dog and started to run toward us. The owner fell down trying to hold on to the leashes, and dogs dragged her on the ground until she eventually let go. They made a b-line for me and my 20-pound dog baby and started to attack. They chased my dog, which was still leashed, around in circles and tried to bite her, but Miss Maxie was young then and too quick for them. In fact, she gave as good as she got. Finally, a man who lived nearby ran out of his apartment and restrained the dogs before I or my dog got hurt. Believe it or not, the owner blamed me for the attack. She said it was my dog’s fault for barking at her dogs. (Sigh) Miss Maxie still doesn’t like big dogs till this day. Now, whenever I see a Rottweiler, I turn around and go the other way, but I also have my pepper spray ready.

Da Hype 1

Do you want to know what I am really afraid of? I am afraid that, on behalf of my child, I’m going to have to cuss somebody out. As I peruse the internet on a daily basis, I am constantly seeing attacks on black children. Just check out our blog and you will find evidence of this over the past several months. Since this is Wacky Wednesday, I’m going to try to keep it mild and avoid discussing the violent cases against black children.

There is the case of Tiana Parker, the little girl who was given the choice of cutting her locs out or leaving school (See The Griot‘s “Tiana Parker Dreadlocks controversy Sparks Review of School Policy”). Then, there is the case where a 12 year old black student was humiliated when forced to reenact slavery on a field trip by picking cotton. As expected, she felt alienated and was embarrassed by the act. (See ColorLines“Parents Complain After Child Forced to Reenact Slavery on Field Trip”).

I see these issues and I just pray that my child doesn’t have to face them. So, there you have it, I’m terribly afraid that I may have to cuss someone out!