 HOCKEY ROCKS
05/22/09 – 272 Days at Rainbow Bridge:
My Dearest Puck:
Little did I know our journey would begin when my little girl Nikki Lynn (your true gramma) passed away….
I received a call from the Apache Animal Hospital in New Brighton Mn on Sept 11 1992,
saying that Nikki’s Lynns dog-ter Lady Belle was pregnant and the owners of Lady Belle
(who saw Nikkis obituary posted on the wall at the AAH) wanted to know if I wanted a puppy. If so, when
she delivered I could have one. I was still a mess after losing Nikki and I thought I really don’t
Know if I can go thru giving my heart a way again. Nikki was only with me 8 short years.
I hung up the phone and thought…“to have Nikkis grandson….what a miracle that would be!’
It’s a sign from Nikki Lynn!
Immediately I called them back and the rest is history…..
I started preparing for my new baby. I couldn’t wait to get the call, which I received from AAH on Oct 16, 1992.
YOU ARRIVED!!!!! Lady Belle delivered one white and one black poodle; my choice. Nikki was black… I chose you!
A little black fur-balll!
OH joy…in 6 weeks I would be a momma again!
Lady Belle’s owners were moving to Duluth MN earlier than they anticipated so I received a call Nov 23rd
That I would have to come and get you. OH… 5 weeks old….You fit in my hand, and my purse and off we went.
I bundled you up in my MN NORTH STARS scarf and took you to the grocery store shopping for "STUFF"!
(and oh your stuff is neverending but that is for another day)
I called my mom and dad letting them know I have a baby boy, although, I had no name for you, yet, as I needed the
Purr-fect name.
hmmmmmmm
your nickname??
that came easy...CRAZYHEAD.
I called you crazyhead cause you were into everything! I mean everything.
I came home from work on more than occasion, our house toilet papered....Not on the outside by kids, Oh…no, on the inside by an unnamed little black crazy head fur-ball. The 1st time, you must have ran 2 miles with the end of the toilet paper thru the house…under the bed…thru the table legs,
the chairs, even the plants were knocked over. I knew I was in a for a night of cleaning,
when I opened the door to find TP particles floating thru the air like a foggy northern MN mourning! WOOF DA!
On more than one occasion I would find my stuff missing only to discover your ‘STASH” of hidden gems.
My one of kind MN TWINS LOGO BATH SOAP…little puppy bite marks...(your teeth were tiny but made big impressions in my collectors soap)
My Wolf Head slippers with pom pom tail – no head – no tail .. stuffing out.
Combs, hairbrushes, with little unnamed little black puppy marks in and not to mention anything else with in your reach.
My tape for my hockey sticks and broomball sticks...you would take the whole thing, you would never 'chew' that,
but oh you loved playing with that cause it would roll…and it was fun...you did manage to puncture thru a few strands of it tho...
You never chewed rawhide but you would bury it everywhere. from the time you were a baby...more often then not, it would end up elsewhere.....in my handbag,
my clothes.
And BONZ! Purina bonz! (they stopped making those in 1996-i was curshed...both nikki and puck loved those) but from the time you were 6 weeks old and couln't chew it yet You would walk around with one in your mouth..they would be so soggy but you still managed to bury them. Everywhere. You would walk and pace, back and forth, hither and tither. The minute you caught me looking at you, you ran, to your secret hiding place. Sometime I thought you are oblivious to anything around you since a few times you would bury it rite by me, while I sat on the couch reading or slept.
My 3:30 am boy... always up between 3:30 and 5:30 am. EVERY day whether you needed to or not, time to get up.
When you wanted something that you 'hid' you would growl and fuss, and pace. You would start out pacing
and if you were spotted in mid-hide…you would start all over again. If that item just happened to end up in my handbag you would drag it across the floor.
I finally did get you a suitcase so you could put little treasures in your own bag.
Now everyone knows the meaning of your MAN-BAG, thru the years that man - bag served you very well ...
I called you crazyhead for a couple weeks, when you started answering to that I knew it was time for a name.
One to make your very own.
I was watching the MN NORTH STARS play hockey one night on the TV. They just so happened
Be playing a team that I was, and still am not, very fond of. So thru-out the course of the game i yell,
GET THE PUCK! OR SHOOT THE PUCK! or COME ON GET THE PUCK IN THE NET!!
My little baby black dog who was known as crazyboy stared at me and did a head tilt then ran to the tv everytime I yelled PUCK. I didnt know if he just got excited cause I was excited or if maybe he TRULY LOVED HOCKEY!
Well my beloved Mn North Stars (which eventually moved to Dallas) lost the game to the St Louis Blues….but in the 3 hours of
watching my home team lose,
my little crazy black baby boy dog had a name. PUCK
“PUCK” hmmmm what to do for a middle name.
I couldn’t have a dog with no middle name, and I thought LOUIS sounded good but not a fan of the ST LOUIS BLUES…
so I spelled it LLEWIS…….
PUCK LLEWIS HALVORSON!
Small and black and fast just like a hockey puck.
and my favorite sport, and bonus....the Mn Twins in 7 games
had won the 1991 world series with help of one
Kirby PUCKett.
it was meant to be.....
PUCK LLEWIS HALVORSON…. Nice ring to it eh?
PUCK LLEWIS!!!! A GREAT NAME ... for my little Muffin Puck...Hockey Dog and Kirby PUCKett
THE JOURNEY CONTINUES……………………………………………………………………………………………………………
That is all I can write for now as I am typing thru tears. My heart hurts so much sometimes my little muffin puck, i can't breathe. I miss you so very much...I hope you got my message....of love and huggs. I still wear your bell little man.
"My little Hockey Dog" on this your Angel Day, I send you all my love .... as I do every second of every minute of every day.....
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