Thursday, February 25, 2010


meet rodeo.
we call her jojo.

{settin' the scene for ya!}

my parents have been in town at their home up north and my kiddos followed them for a sleepover. when i went to retrieve them so my mom and dad could enjoy their 30th wedding anniversary dinner in peace, all hell broke loose. literally. let's just say my kids and my parents have an unbelievable bond and the love between them is untouchable and irreplaceable- and oh how they miss each other when they can't be together. during the fit throwing and the "we don't want to go home screams" my dad randomly says to me...

"you might want to say good-bye to jojo's- i don't know how much longer she is going to be with us..."

and so i pat her head and call her by her name as i do in my
"your are the bestest dog in the whole wide world" voice.

then i pick up where i left off- rambling on and carrying on as i always do with my mom and dad.

fast forward:
kids are loaded in the car now screaming,
"let's go! i want to go home and play at the "pawk" and it will be dark before we get home...hurry up lets go!..."

hugs and kisses to the parents and then-
waddle. wag. waddle. wag.
down the driveway.

i happen to have my camera in i just felt like i needed to focus in on that old, i've had a great life, grey, i can hardly see, i can't hardly hear, did i mention i'm old- black dog we love so much.

rodeo came into our lives as a tini tiny puppy and her name all but consumed us. rodeo. that was what we did and who we were and quite frankly who we will always be. i was about 15.
she's traveled many a mile. stayed in trucks, trailers, hotels, motels, horse stalls, rental cars, high rises, wherever we have drug her she has gone- with no complaints, because she loves us.
{well, mostly my mom and dad}

i could go on and on about stories but by now i can bet my mom is already in tears and so is my dad for that matter...but for 'ol time sakes mom and dad, let's just say she is the best "drug dog" EVER!
~long story made supa' short~
i used to pull my hand inside of my sleeve and say "jojo get the drugs!" it was a time when in HS they would bring the "police dogs" randomly through school...
why couldn't my black mut of a mama dog be "that" dog. ha. she was- anytime i pulled my hand in my sleeve and she saw it {on command or not. ha.} she would chase me all over the house, jump on my perfectly made bed, and bite my hand and we would wrestle and i would l.a.u.g.h so hard.

she's been a good dog. a good companion. a mama dog to 13.
{yes, 13!}

so jojo-
this ones for you girl!
and when you finally get to where you are going...
can you tell cowboy i said hi?

now i am crying.

my goal in life is to be as good of a person my dog already thinks I am.
~ unknown

ps. the greatest dog that ever lived went by the name "cowboy"
and that my friends- is a whole 'nother post.