A Companion on the Journey

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Nellie when I adopted her in 2011

When I arrived in Thailand back in 2011, my mother and I lived in Chiang Mai, a beautiful city in the north. Since I was working many hours and traveling often, I searched for a small dog to be a companion for her. Nellie came to live with us later that year. Nellie was a beautiful Miniature Pinscher with the typical cropped tail, but her ears were untouched and huge – “bat ears” that could hear everything. Here is the little I know of Nellie’s past: Nellie was born in India and came to Thailand with a missionary family. When they returned to their home country, she came to live with an American missionary family. That family was now making preparations to return to the USA and needed to find a home for Nellie and two of her grown children. I adopted Nellie. At that time, she was already 10 years old.

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Nellie guarding the gate 2012

Nellie is an alpha dog. She quickly takes charge and everything within eyesight belongs to her and she protects her territory, including whatever humans she decides also belong to her. She would sit, like a queen, on my mother’s lap, silently demanding to be stroked. Nellie does not allow anything to get between her and what she wants. In 2013, when I took her back to the USA, she stayed with my sister and quickly took over her Labradoodle’s bed, despite the fact that he was four times her size. Beau had to sleep under their bed until I returned to take Nellie back to Thailand. On the other hand, she’s not a “yappy” dog and does not bark at all except when she perceives a true threat. A “true threat” is usually identified by someone ringing the doorbell. Whenever the doorbell rings, she barks.  For some reason, the sound of a spoon falling onto tile or granite creates a noise that she interprets as threatening – which makes it challenging for me to return my spoon to my empty cup, for it makes that same noise and elicits barking.

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Nellie at home two weeks after the attack in 2013

Nellie is a tough old bird. At 17 in human years or 119 in dog years, she still acts very young for her age. She has no problem running up and down the stairs from the living room and kitchen on the first floor to my bedroom on the second floor. She has survived “hand-to-hand” combat with chinchoks, leaving their dead bodies in her wake. She survived a tick infestation in 2016 that resulted in a decision to not allow her outside the house in Bangkok, for she would crawl under the house and re-infest her and the house when she came inside. Both she and the house have been tick-free since I made that decision. The one encounter that she almost did not survive was an encounter with two larger dogs in 2013. While she was staying at the home of a friend in Chiang Mai while I was traveling, two large dogs came into his yard and attacked her. By the time he got to her, she was critically injured. He drove her to the Animal Hospital at Suandok and the wonderful surgeon there stitched her back together again. After a few weeks, she was her normal self again, but she has not been quite as cocky when she encounters larger dogs. She also lost some teeth in that encounter and I have given her soft food ever since.


Nellie with her “staircase” 2018

I have noticed some differences in her in the past two years as she ages. She no longer jumps as high as she did before. She used to easily jump three times her height, which always amazed me. In 2012, she would jump from the floor onto my mother’s hospital bed during my mother’s final illness. My mother was not always thrilled with this, as she was in some pain from her cancer. But once on the bed, Nellie would lie quietly by her side and Mom would rest with her hand on Nellie’s back. Now, Nellie cannot even jump up into my chair, so we have taken my mother’s step-stool and created a graduated “staircase” for Nellie to get up into the chair where she likes to sleep when I am away at work. Because of these things, I let down my guard a bit and left a package of macadamia nuts sitting on the side table in the living room this week. When I returned from work on Thursday, Nellie was lying on the floor beside the half-empty package. She could not get up to eat her evening meal. It has taken three days of constant care, spoon-feeding her and restoring fluids and electrolytes with a syringe, to get her almost back to normal again.


Nellie in 2018

If you compare this photo to the one at the beginning of the blog, you will notice that Nellie looks much older. Her muzzle and eyebrows are almost completely white and her chest hair is not far behind. She is still cute as the dickens and very well behaved. She sleeps more during the day, thinks twice before following me upstairs on my many trips up and down during the day, and often does not hear me when I return from work and open the front door. Now, it takes banging around in the kitchen and calling her name to get her to come for dinner. However, if I am gone for more than eight hours, she will greet me at the door and proceed to tell me exactly what she thinks about my absence. Dinner is obviously too late for her liking! Now, as I watch her walking around the living room and sniffing under the door, I am glad that she survived this latest threat to her existence. She has been a wonderful companion on the journey!

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1 Response to A Companion on the Journey

  1. Helen says:

    So loveable. That is a great post.

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