The Story of Chester, Part One

Nadia the day she got Chester

Chester came to us in a rather round about way.  Yes, we adopted him but we didn’t go to a shelter or read about him in the paper.  We took him because Nadia ( in the photograph) couldn’t keep him anymore.  I asked her to tell me about Chester so it could be the beginning of his story.

Nadia picked up Oreo (his name then) on June 24, 2011 after seeing his photograph in a Craigslist listing for northern VT.  The people that had him were about to move and couldn’t take him with them. When Nadia called them they told her they were leaving that day and they were just going to leave him at the house they were moving out of.

They were abandoning him.

Nadia arrived at their house as they were leaving with their Uhaul. She brought him home to live with her and her then boyfriend.  She loved him, he was her baby.  How could you not?

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I first heard about this puppy in July.  Daughter Amanda and her boyfriend, Yusuf were wondering about the wisdom of getting a puppy when you’re starting college in the fall.  Nadia is Yusuf’s sister. Towards the middle of August I got a text from Amanda telling me that Oreo needed a forever home and did I know anyone that would take him?

Nadia had had a falling out with her boyfriend and came to stay with Amanda and Yusuf with the pup in tow.  At some point she decided she was going back but couldn’t bring the dog and wanted to make sure he went to a good home.  She really didn’t want to let go but I think she was trying to protect him from an abusive situation, I don’t know, we haven’t talked about it.

Baby Chester

Amanda sent me this photograph on her phone with the message, “Isn’t he cute?”.

Sigh.

On August 13 we went boating with Amanda and Nadia who brought Oreo so we could meet him.  That night Bill and I talked about how much we like this dog.  He was the perfect size and was very sweet but . . . we had two other dogs, did we really want to contribute to the madness we already had?

On August 19th we brought him home.

I’ve had dogs for over 30 years, only one other did I rescue and I lived to regret it.  I believe that every animal comes to us for a reason, they have a job to do although we are never privy to what that is.  Chester moved through two lives before he came to us.  I honestly think he came to Nadia to force her onto another path.

He still loves Nadia.  She came to dinner for Thanksgiving this year.  Chester was pretty excited about all of the company in the house and all of the potential ball throwers that were gathered in one spot so he didn’t really notice Nadia right away.  When he did he practically leaped into her lap wagging his tail in a frantic, crazy way and licked her face.  He was soooooo happy to see her.

It always amazes me that they remember so much.  I think we dismiss them too readily, we don’t give them credit for how deeply they feel things.  People write them off as “just” a dog.  I think in some respects they carry around as much baggage as we do but they are much more willing to move on and away from the ills that have befallen them in the past.  In some respects they are quite simple, if you love them they will love you back.  I have found that just loving a dog can help change a lot of bad things.  I think we can all learn a lesson from this behavior.  Live for right now, the past made you somewhat who you are but the present can be what you make of it – let the crap go.

Chasing Balls in the Snow

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There is a lot of snow in Rowe, even with the January thaw we’ve been having.  Chester has had to retool his tennis ball games because of it.  His new game is to hunt for the ball once it disappears into the snowy white unknown.  When we toss the ball he keeps his eyes on where he thinks it’s going to land and runs out to find it.

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He will root around in the snow until he comes up with the ball.

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Then he gleefully returns it and waits for the next toss.  He never tires of this game.  I’ve seen him go outdoors by himself with a tennis ball, drop it into a snowbank and dig and dig until he “finds” it. If he loses a ball he will stay out looking for it for hours and will not take a new ball.  You throw him another one and he ignores it.

Bill may have changed the game a little for him yesterday by accident.  He was tossing the ball  and with his last toss it landed in the snow on top of the garage roof.  Chester looked for that ball for a good 3 hours.  Bill tried the substitution but it was a no go.  That dog actually came into the house to warm up and went out again to look for that ball.  Poor Chester.  It looks like an OCD to me.

Poor Sophie

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When Sophie is in Rowe the only thing she wants to do is go outside.  It doesn’t matter what the weather, if someone is outdoors she wants to be there.  When Chester is out there without her she sits on the back of the chair so she can see what he’s doing and what she might be missing. And cries.

More Dogs in Snow

There is nothing that makes our dogs happier than snow, even when it’s too deep to walk in.

Dogs and Snow

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Sophie loves snow more than anything.  You’d think she’d hate the cold, or the snow balls that stick to her fur, or the fact that the snow is too deep to walk in.  Her favorite game is Bill throwing snow with the shovel into the air and she leaps into it.  In the first photo she knows what’s coming.  She wants to make sure she’s there before Chester (who is clueless about this game).

 

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Success!  A few more shovels full and she’d had enough.  Went into the house and stood in front of a fire to melt the snow.

Reflections on 2012

With the last day of days upon us and the end of the calendar year here as well I thought I would make a list of things that were important to me this year.  Then I thought I would post them with photos.

1. Daughter Caitlyn graduated from Springfield College with her Masters in Clinical Mental Health Counseling.120511 (15)

2.  Helped my father transition into assisted living.

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3.  Took over the care and feeding of Fort Pelham Farm.

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4.  Learned to hook rugs.

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5.  Learned to weave.

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6.  Gardened and canned in competition with sister Sue.

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7.  Loved my dogs.

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8.  Watched loons in a sunset on Lake Winnipesaukee.

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9.  Began blogging more about the past and present.

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10. Got a little more serious about eating local food.  If I didn’t grow it much of it came from local farms.

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The year has been a stressful one but out of that stress good things have come. I have learned a lot of things this year.

I’ve made an effort to learn new crafts and along the way I have met some truly amazing people.  Pottery was not mentioned in the list but I have to say that class taught me one thing I really needed to know.  I am not a potter, I will never be a potter, move on.  I spent great time with my sister this year including the aforementioned pottery class.  I laughed a lot.  I found out that there are a lot of crafts I know how to do but there are many things that I should stay away from.  Textiles are good for me, so is woodworking (your very basic kind).  Anything that you can measure and keep square works.  Pottery is so . . . uncontrolled.

I have learned that life is too short to have the past get in the way of renewing old friendships.  I have been reminded about this over and over and over again.  What’s done is done, move on.

I’ve learned that digging in the dirt will clear your head faster than anything else I can think of, plus you end up with something good to eat.

Sometimes you just have to ignore all of the noise.  Rowe is the best place in the world for that.  No cell service.  We do have wifi and currently tv but I think after the first of the year the tv will go.  There are always the DVDs.

The next 11 days will be spent disconnected from work, internet, the outside world.  What I’m really afraid of is not wanting to come back.