It has been a while
since I last posted here; over two years.
I was a little stunned by that the last time I looked at it, with that
entry being one for the Lenten season in 2014.
Much has happened in that time. When I wrote in March 2014, I was still stinging from a
string of three horrendous losses.
First, the loss of my husband in July 2012, then the unexpected, sudden
need to euthanize my beloved 11 year-old hound-pit bull mix, Opie, in May 2013
and finally the not unexpected, but devastating decision to send almost 16 year-old
Lab mix, Sandy, to Rainbow Bridge in December 2013. We had raised these two each from when they
were small puppies. In just over 20
months, I had gone from having a high stress job in Fredericksburg, a wonderful
(but progressively ill) husband and two loud, rambunctious canines, to being
retired, widowed and existing alone in a big, cluttered, and terribly quiet
house. “Stinging” doesn’t begin to
describe it; “reeling” is more like it.
More losses were coming, I just didn’t know it yet, and, as the saying
goes, they usually come in threes. That
was the case with mine.
I spent a great deal of time in 2014 traveling around,
especially the early part of the year. I
jumped into a lot of projects for the church, and for the presbytery. I spent a lot of time away from the house,
away from all the projects, the cleaning out and the pain of getting rid of
things that held such memories.
Around the beginning of May, I thought I was over the worst
of my grief, and realized that the house was entirely too quiet. I started thinking about needing a companion
- - one who would be by my side, who would love me unconditionally, who would
cuddle with me, who would let me cry when I needed to, yet be entertaining
enough to lift my spirits when I felt down; one who actually needed me as much
or more than I needed him or her. I
wanted someone to be happy when I came home!
In short, I needed another dog!
I decided after having a lot of contact with the dog owned
by my Crossfit trainers, that I needed a German Shepherd, and it needed to be
from an eastern European bloodline. I
wanted a puppy, figuring I had time to spend with one. I searched breeders, and found one in West
Virginia that specialized in DDR (the former East Germany) bloodlines. Many of their pups had the black sable
coloring - - which I love! I told the
breeder the traits for which I was looking, that I wanted my new four-legged
best friend and she told me she was preparing two of her females for breeding
with her newest imported male from Germany.
My name was put on a list, and the wait began. While waiting, it came to me that I should
call her Liesl, commonly used in Germany, but which is originally from the Hebrew, Elisheba, and means “oath of God.”
The breeder and I communicated quite a bit over the next few
weeks, and finally I got the word that the selected female was indeed in
whelp. (Pregnant, for all of us who
don’t know the correct terminology)
Finally, on June 29, 2014, I got the word that the puppies were born - -
seven males and three females, but one female had died. I was assured that one of the two would be
mine. Approximately five weeks later, I
received a photograph of the “crew”, with the one pup at the right end being
the lone surviving female. I fell in
love instantly.
(See her cropped image). Of all the pups in the photograph, she was
the only one looking at the camera, and interacting with it! I knew she was my Liesl.
Of course, it was far too early to get her; she was too
little to leave her mother. So, for
five more weeks, I anxiously ticked off the days, waiting to get the word that
I could come and pick her up.
On September 9th, after having been to the Lockn
Music Festival in Arrington, Virginia, I went to Lexington and met with the breeder
to get my girl. I had on a brand new
Widespread Panic tee shirt. Finally,
they arrived, took her little crate out of the truck, set on the ground and
opened the little door. She ran out
straight to me, stood on her hind legs, with her front paws on my knees. I picked her up. She showered my face with puppy kisses and
the front of my brand new tee shirt with puppy pee! I didn’t care; she was mine and the tee shirt could be
washed!
I found out on that trip home that she was (and still is) a good little traveler! She quietly lay in her crate and pooped all over it. I stopped to clean it and her as best I could, and we began our adventure together!
I found out on that trip home that she was (and still is) a good little traveler! She quietly lay in her crate and pooped all over it. I stopped to clean it and her as best I could, and we began our adventure together!
We were never apart for that first month. Wherever I went, so did she, except for
worship services. About a week after I got her, I took her with me to
Charlotte, NC, for the quarter- and semi-final matches for the first season of
GRID. In the lobby during our trips in and out of the hotel for potty breaks, she introduced me to the New York Rhinos GRID team! She was great, except for crying
and barking a little too much the first night while I was gone. She accompanied me to meetings, often laying
in my lap (or someone else’s) and sleeping.
I took her little lightweight travel crate and sometimes she would play
in there, but mostly she wanted to be out where the people were, and in that
first couple of months, introduced me to the majority of Warrenton! Our next door neighbor also has a German
Shepherd, and the two of them are BFF’s now!
Aside from 2 exceptions, she has never encountered a person or creature
with whom she did not want to play!
(one exception was the copperhead that bit her paw in 2015, and the
other was the cable guy from a couple of months ago.)
From the beautiful, auspicious beginnings, though, she has
been a handful! Her innate
friendliness and exuberance has cost me a bit of money. German Shepherds love to chew on
things. She is no exception. She has
greatly assisted me in “evaluating” things in the house about which I was
previously undecided to keep or toss.
She has been a struggle to house-train, as she figured out early on how
to escape her crates! She also has
figured out how to get out of the gates at my neighbor’s fenced in yard!
I had to have a fence constructed to allow her to run and
expend some of her energy, as she is far too strong for me to control any other
way. Just as she had introduced me to
many people in Warrenton, she has reintroduced me to my neighbors, as she will
go on rounds to see them, if she manages to wriggle loose from me when exiting
our gate! I am more a part of the
neighborhood now, than I ever have been before!
For all her destructiveness, her boundless energy and her
stubborn unwillingness to obey commands on the first utterance, she is a loving
companion. She cuddles with me, lifts my
spirits when I am feeling down, needs me and always greets me with a wagging
tail and happy face! She has grown into
being a gorgeous GSD. God saw that I
was unhappy. He saw that I needed a
companion, and he made Liesl for me. She
is God’s oath to me - - with her, I will
never be alone, never need a companion, never go without affection or being
needed, never go without being loved!
She is adorable. I remember when you got her. She really is great with the camera.
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