Ginger came to me in March of 1996, sort of for my birthday. She was 6 months old, and Bill told me I could have her if she wasn’t “one of those stupid cockers!” Ginger IS a cocker, but she is definitely not stupid, although Bill’s definition of stupid had nothing to do with brains. Bill had experienced cockers that piddle on the floor every time you look at them, yap at anything that moves, and are generally a nuisance to own. Ginger was none of these. She didn’t even bark for the first year we had her.
She did have one bad character trait. Ginger, being a cocker, sniffs out everything. The problem was that when she got on a trail, you simply could not get her attention. And the louder you called her name, the faster she ran away from you! She received the nickname “Mama’s Bad Dog” from this behavior. She did finally learn obedience (mostly at her discretion!), but the nickname stuck. She responds to “Mama” as quickly as she does to Ginger.
Ginger is actually an English Cocker Spaniel. This is a little different than the American Cocker – Lady from “Lady and the Tramp” fame. The English Cocker is a little taller, not near as much wooly hair, with a little longer nose. When Ginger was young, she had the most beautiful coat, a light red with beautiful silky “feathers”. She was lean, and didn’t even make standard weight unless she was wet!
Ginger was my baby from the moment I got her. She loved her collar. We had to take it off each night because it jingled (she slept with Bill and I in true “Lady” fashion). Every morning, she would go get her collar from the shelf and bring it to me. When I asked her previous owner about this behavior, she told me that she used to make a production out of getting Ginger “dressed” every morning, and the collar was her “dress”.
We also had to be careful about using the word “GO”. Every time we said it, Ginger would jump into the car! She loves to go places, and she’s a good travel companion.
Ginger loves to go to my parents’ house. I’ve had to stop taking her there because she goes under their mobile home and barks incessantly. We always know the reason, and most times she brings that reason out – my prim little cocker is a POSSOM DOG! The only problem with this activity is that she tears up the insulation under the house. We’ve tried everything to keep her out from under there, but finally just had to leaver her home.
Another of Ginger’s favorite outings is our annual trip to Glen Rose. She LOVES to swim. We even had to buy her a little doggie life jacket (with leash) for when the river is up because she so easily gets swept away. Bill or Nathanael have had to rescue her more than once!
Look out when she gets out…..unless you want a shower!
From Oct. 1998 – 99, I had a recurring bout with Mono. (There was also thyroid and gall bladder issues thrown in there.) I was in bed most days of that whole year. Nathanael had to take over being chauffeur, and the girls took over all my other chores, but Ginger acted as comforter. She stayed with me on my bed day in, day out. She truly was “man’s best friend” during those days.
I need to mention also that Ginger thinks she is a cat. She has always loved our cats, and is especially fond of brand new litters of kittens. Even before she had her first litter of pups, she would steal our cat’s kittens from her. I have joked that she really expected to have kittens when she delivered that first litter of puppies, and was so disappointed that she didn’t want to have anything to do with them! She barely nursed them! Each subsequent litter got a little better, but she still loves kittens best.
All our cats love Ginger, and the feeling is definitely mutual.
Dannye’s newest babies. They are always wet from Ginger’s not so tender loving care!
July 4th, about 4 years ago, we went to our church’s “Dependence on God” celebration. Ginger is deathly afraid of fireworks, so when I wasn’t there all day, she decided to run away from home! It was FOUR days before my sis-in-law, Karla, found her. I was amazed at how broken hearted I was! I cried and cried until that silly dog came home. Ginger doesn’t eat unless I’m at home, so I could only imagine what was happening to her, if she was even still alive.
Ginger is now 11 years old. As she’s gotten older, her muzzle is turning a little gray, and she is getting a little fat since she was spayed. Fat for her is normal for most dogs, though. I have to keep her hair shaved pretty close because her hormones went out of whack after the spaying and her hair bushes out like a sheep if I let it get too long.
She’s got arthritis in her hips from being hit by 2 cars and a motorcycle, she’s now deaf, and I think she’s getting cataracts.
But she’s still my “babydog”, and I don’t know what I’d do without her.
Here he is cutting some angle iron for the trusses on the roof. It would have looked better in the dark, but the time was now!
Random pics of Dannye and Melissa. Missy took the one of Dan vacuuming (they were photographing each other), and Dan got Missy playing with my sunflower garland when she took it down to decorate for Christmas.
This last one is my little family during the school year with Pamela gone. Dannye says she doesn’t like being an “only child”, but I think she enjoys the way her Daddy spoils her!
I pray your Lord’s Day is full of the Awesomeness of God!
God bless your day…………………