May 5, 2000 to October 16, 2013
Cordy, an Australian terrier, was born on Cinco de Mayo 2000, in the Mountains of Washington near Coeur d’ Alene, Idaho. He was the grandson of grand champion Raiza Ruckus.
I happened to be traveling to Coeur d ‘Alene, Idaho on a business trip where Michael joined me. I had decided to get a puppy, maybe because I worked at United Design at the time who had a line of dog figurines part of Stone Critters collection maybe because I’ve always liked animals. We had cats for years before considering a dog but there came a point I felt I was ready for a dog. One of the breeds the “Find the Right Dog for You” test on the internet recommended was an Australian Terrier a breed, that up to then, we had never ever heard of. Michael noted that an Aussie breeder lived near where we were going. She just happened to have a litter of 3. No particular reason why picked Cordy over the other male. The female was $100 dollar more so we ruled her out. He flew back with us on the plane. He also pooped on the plane. We were not popular on that flight at all. As Michael worked from home doing freelance commercial art, training Cordy therefore came under his purview. I would come home after work and play games that involve a little agility training. Cordy proved to be smart and agile! I would set up the lawn chairs in a line and put a peanut on each one. I would make him weave in and out of the chairs the first run, the second run he could eat the peanuts on the chairs.
He had at least 2 walks every day up until this year when he decided one evening walk would be enough. Cordy was more accurate than a clock to letting us when it was treat time, dinner time, snack time and bed time. He would go to bed the same time as Michael but would wander into the living room and look at me as if to say “you need to go to bed”. If I wasn’t feeling well he would sit next to my feet while Michael took Doolin out for a walk. But the truth was he was Michael’s dog and stayed close to him most of the time even if it meant being stepped on. Michael wasn’t allowed to sit on the couch alone without Cordy laying across the back of it.
He loved to ride in the car sitting on the armrest between us even when his butt got a little too big, he insisted that was his place. He would even accompany us in our kayak standing fearlessly on the deck. One year Cordy went with us as we made a long journey back to Ohio to see family. We put his favorite cushion in the back seat but he decided he would rather ride in my lap and so he did for 1500 miles. When we moved to Medicine Park he really came into his own proving what a rough and tumble dog he could be. Oh how he love to scamper up the granite rocks that made up our yard and take jaunts with us through the Wichita Mountain Refuge. When Doolin (a pound rescue) joined our ranks Cordy made it very clear he was the alpha dog and Doolin (double Cordy’s weight) bought into the concept. They say not to have two male dogs but these guys did okay together.
Cordy was our dog and our protector. He would position himself midway between us and any other people or animal. Case in point…. We were down at one of the lakes in the refuge with my sister and family that were visiting from Ohio and Dallas when car drove up and out stepped some punks and their pet boxer on a big chain. They thought it would be fun to scare the “little dog”. Cordy positioned himself in front of us and sat tensely and stared the dog down who backed up with a whimper. The owners of the dog just remarked at what a tough little dog he was. Jake an free roaming local mutt and bully of Big Rock was known to chase cars, people and other dogs. Cordy would have none of that as once again he planted his feet in middle of the street and wouldn’t let Jake come near us.
Cordy was not a licker but he was a kisser. So if your head got anywhere near his little face you got a kiss. I allowed him to lick my face or my nose but not my mouth. I gave people fair warning that he would do just that. He did not bark much with exception of people coming up to the house. Once they were invited in, he was silent. Cordy could never make through the night without wanting to go out at least once, sometimes to pea other times just to sniff around the night air. It was always Michael he would wake up as he went to his side of the bed and start making noises, and if that didn’t work he would use his “in the house” bark. On occasion after a few days of dealing with Ft. Sill’s artillery training he would go out front and bark to them a piece of his mind. He did very much like having guest stay. Cordy would position himself at foot of their chair during their stay and when they would go he would look for them. If someone would call like our son Colin or daughter Kim he would bark because I believe he recognized the voices.
When we would travel we’d leave him and Doolin at Little L Kennels. They were good to him but he was always raring to go back home when we returned. In his senior years he was a little slower in rising from a sleep and didn’t jump as high as he did when he was a pup to compensate we added a step so he could hop up more easily into the car. Cordy grumbled a bit if he was picked up. He just had too much pride to be carried.
It was very difficult today say goodbye to our little Cordy. That monster cancer entered his body we did not want to see him go through any pain so we let him go. It is something you know when you get a dog that you will probably outlive them. Pet owners have to be a good breed themselves to understand these little lives.