|...a leap and a catch...|
She was a cross between a poodle and a cocker spaniel.
She would take the cocker-spaniel stance with one foot up when she would see a bird, which was so unusual, because for the most part, she looked like a poodle.
Rebecca reported on Facebook that Kiwi had died.
|Kiwi's first week with the Carter-Johnsons|
I didn’t know until Mary sent me a note.
Such a sweet little dog. Thirteen years with her, and how many times did I laugh.
I feel like I need an open mike funeral for her. How many stories would be told.
|kiwi's favourite spot by the window|
For 13 years Kiwi was ever present — maybe I feel this connection because I stayed so long with Steve and Rebecca in Victoria.
But it was more than that — all of those years out at the lake.
Stealing the pancakes one day from the Bates’ house, then running back to bury them in Arta's backyard.
Finding that dirty mud hole to roll in that is always wet between the Wood’s house and the Bates’s house. Even in times of drought, that spot is good for rolling over in the mud. And she had it marked on the property.
|.... Kiwi in the smoke-filled Shuswap skies of 2017 ...|
It was like an addiction, that dog panting beside my chair and rolling the ball around so that I would see that she wanted to do another run.
I threw that ball all over Steve’s back yard in Victoria, and all over my 1/2 acre — always trying to trick her.
|Kiwi and family at top of PKOLS|
In the early spring I could always walk around and find tennis balls from the previous year, caught in the branches of some bush or soaking wet down by the stream.
For some reason, I know how much dog food to put out. So I must have been in charge of that dog at some point.
|Kiwi as a pup|
And oh brother! Remember this year when 2 year old Betty would take the dry, round tiny pieces of brown dog food and drop then in the water?
The dog food would expand in the water and now looked like Cocoa Puff Balls and would float there all day. Certainly, Kiwi didn’t want them anymore.
And there was no way to stop Betty. If Kiwi didn't get that dry food at the instant when it was put out, she would have no food for it was down on the ground, just where Betty would see it every time she walked by. Plop and splash! Another handful of dry dog food into the dog's water dish.
|Rebecca in a selfie with Kiwi and her peeps at Mile 0|
How many times did I see the kids playing some kind of video game in the basement and Kiwi was sitting beside them, just like she knew what was going on?
And if I shooed her off of beds once, I did it 1,000 times.
|Credits: Estafania Gayosso on Facebook|
The term, a dog’s life would be a good one when it refers to Kiwi.
Two boys who adored her. Steve and Rebecca who felt the same way. And so many aunts, uncles, cousins and friends who can all remember diving their hands into clumps of her white curly hair or tossing a ball, just one more time for her.
I will remember that dog.