On National Dog Day I’d like to share a few memories of Jackie who we considered the
Pavlova of Poodles. She weighed just under seven pounds and looked like an
emaciated mouse when soaking wet but she was able to jump from the floor to the
top of the Murphy bed in the theatrical hotel we were staying at when we
brought her home from the kennel.
My husband said a dog would never sleep with
us but by the third jump he gave in and Jackie claimed the middle of the bed
while as she stretched out, were pushed to the sides by her little paws. She could also jump to
the top of the dining table when tempted by home-made rice pudding or baked
beans and we had gone to answer a phone call in the next room. If she stayed with my mom, she
turned up her freckled nose at dog food and was fed lamb-chops, steaks and-ice cream for
dessert- she taught my mom well.
She was offered a job in a small production of “Wonderful Town,” but
suffered from stage-fright although when a tenor friend sat down at the piano after
dinner she howled right along and when we did a musical on the road enjoyed the Christmas party thrown for all the dogs in the company--the dogs even did a press interview and posed for pictures.
Jackie always knew when we were
taking her to be groomed and would refuse to move when we were two blocks away.
After she had received her beauty treatment she strutted all the way home
though she hated the girlie girlie ribbons placed on her ears. Her taste in males was
interesting—she preferred big, muscular dogs. The type you might see featured
in a kennel romance.
Jackie passed on when she was
almost sixteen. We miss her. Here's to National Dog Day.
Bests,
Elise
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