Wendolene 1999-Oct.14, 2012

In May 2006 we wanted to adopt a couple

of adult dogs who could get along. At the Humane

Society we found Angel and Curly soon named Shaun

and Wendolene ( from Wallace and Gromit ) who had come from the

same home and had to remain together. Wendolene had a deformed

front leg with one claw and teeth so rotten you could smell her

breath across the room. She immediately jumped in Helen's

lap.

Despite this, she was indomitable, ruling not only Shaun

but all of us with a loving but iron will. Although arthritis

had slowed her down and a recent diagnosis of Cushing

Syndrome weakened her, she still could rob the spaniel

puppy Whateley that we got from Animal Services few weeks ago 

to be a companion to Shaun. I remember her proudly sitting

in the living room with her good paw on his kong. While we knew

time was limited we had hoped for more time together but

Wendlone passed away Sunday Oct. 14, 2012

Adoption Photos Above

Xmas 2009 Wendolene is slowing down but

she refuses to be pulled in the wagon which

is donated to a child. As normal Shaun is

along for the ride but Wendolene calls the

shots.

She loved treats, naps and walks.

On one of the first if not the first walk we proudly

took with our new dogs we saw two young men

walking a Weimaraner and another dog of equal size

down the sidewalk on the opposite side of the road

Wendolene ( under ten pounds at the time ) immediately

slipped her new pink collar and raced across the street

to give battle while Shaun frantically struggled to join her.

Life had just gotten more interesting.

In later years many walks ended the same way.

A recent trip to the Research Park pond

You will always be remembered, 
always be missed 
always be loved.

Goodbye Little Girl

"I sit beside the fire and think
of all that I have seen,
of meadow-flowers and butterflies
In summers that have been;

Of yellow leaves and gossamer
in autumns that there were,
with morning mist and silver sun
and wind upon my hair.

I sit beside the fire and think
of how the world will be
when winter comes without a spring
that I shall ever see.

For still there are so many things
that I have never seen:
in every wood in every spring
there is a different green.

I sit beside the fire and think
of people long ago,
and people who will see a world
that I shall never know.

But all the while I sit and think
of times there were before,
I listen for returning feet
and voices at the door."

              by J. R. R. Tolkien