Okay, okay! Dharma dog bugged me enough to get back to posting. Said he got tired of sub'ing for me. Can't blame him... Now... where was I? Oh yeah, just before I left for Vancouver I was supposed to tell Trina's story.
Vancouver, by the way, was great. I rode the Gran Fondo Whistler and managed to finish in a decent time - nothing to brag about, but I did finish. Then, typically when we're up there, wifey and I ate our way through Vancouver. Much as I enjoyed it, I'm glad to be back. And be with my "kids" again. Been retreating into the garden - pruning, replanting and making myself a meditation station to do daily sitting at sunrise.
So... about Trina. I found Trina online - Petfinders.com, I think. She lived in Sacramento, so wifey, i.e., Karen and I drove out there "just to look." It was a bit soon after Tybone had died, but I decided that getting a new dog, while it replaced a hole in my heart, will never replace the dog. There will always a place for Tybone.
Trina lived in a foster home with about a dozen other dogs with this lady who had a couple of acres around her house in rural Sacramento. I had called ahead, so when we got there the lady called out to Trina. She had a different name then. She was named "America," as everyone was still reeling from the shock and aftermath of 9/11. So, even before she came to us, Trina was already a healer and a heart-mender. I didn't know then that she was to play that role two times - first was, of course, after Tybone's passing, but just five years later, a second time after we lost our beloved Kaleo.
Trina was two when we brought her home on Valentine's Day in 2002. We named her Trina during the drive home. Soon, I was also referring to her as the Princess of Hearts, and what a sweetheart she is! Just as the saying goes, she "wears her heart on her sleeve." She's the most openly giving and loving dog ever. She does not hold back. She was also full of surprises. The first time a fire engine went by the house, Karen and I were shocked when Trina leaned back on her haunches and began howling with all her might. She does not hold back!
It took years for us to find out that Trina is an Icelandic sheepdog and this propensity for howling is a typical characteristic of the breed. All along, we had been told she's part Golden Retriever and part Shepherd. This was easy to see, though we were constantly guessing at which of the shepherds, but when I ran across a dog that could have been her twin, I found out, for the first time, about Icelandic Sheep dogs and realized that this must be what Trina is.
Shepherd, sheep dog - whatever you call it, Trina is definitely protective, vigilant and territorial. And she has no interest in chasing after balls, let alone retrieving them.
