It's a Dog Life ...Excuse the Drool, the Laughter, the Tears

{Sadness} It’s a dogs life, excuse the drool

Feb 21

Blog post: Talking about the loss of a dear pet. Dogs are our LOVEs. xx


Things had been going pretty swell so far on the bloggy, wouldn’t you agree?  We laugh. We do fun stuff.  We hang out.  It’s like we just get each other.  I like it.  You are all that, and a bag of chips.  I could do this all the live long day.


Just for kicks,  I thought I’d wake up and torture myself this morning by sharing a bloggy post with laughs and nose tears.  Just once, I’d like to cry while looking like a super model.  A little tear, strolling eloquently down my cheek.  A stunning beauty.  Nope.  I cried with a big ‘ol roll of toilet paper twirling around my fingers.  Then I cried a little bit more.


I’ve had a headache for days.  Is it possible for eyebrows to hurt?  Because they do.  Can you just run over my face with your car?  My headache just won’t go away.


Houston, we have a problem.  I’m on a roll.   A shitatastrophy roll.   My life is a shit storm.


It's a Dogs Life ~ Excuse the Drool. The story of a family dog. Love, laughter & tears #DogLove #Love #Family


I want to tell you a story, but I’m afraid to tell you the story.  It’s kinda sorta sad, but it does have happy mixed around in it… and possibly a bit of drool.


Do  you  have  a  dog  ?


Doesn’t a dog just make you feel all warm and fuzzy inside?   Only me?   Fine.


Don’t you just love how a dog can just soak in your presence?  They sit there, all happy go lucky.  Staring at you.  Happy.  Just because.  That’s love, man.  I wish Channing Tatum would look at me like that.


It's a Dogs Life ~ Excuse the Drool. The story of a family dog. Love, laughter & tears #DogLove #Love #Family

Dog Love



Dogs look at you with that ‘ all of me, loves all of you‘ face.  They have the ability to speak without words.  They do small things with great love.




Cats … well, they can be furry goofball jerks.  But Dogs.    Dogs just get you, don’t they?  They just do.


Have you ever done some really stupid things?   Never mind.  I know you have.  Who is it that faithfully stands by you?   Your dog.


Unconditional  love

It's a Dogs Life ~ Excuse the Drool. The story of a family dog. Love, laughter & tears #DogLove #Love #Family



Unleash   the   Awesome …

Have you ever heard of The Great Pyrenees Breed?


They are gentle and sweet.   Affectionate with e.v.e.r.y.o.n.e.  They have a quiet, unshakeable confidence and a soft disposition.  They will protect you when necessary.  They are incredibly patient and unbelievably loyal. They are sweet, attentive, kind and fearless.  Uhhhm, and sometimes they smell like the inside of a belly button.  Wet dawg.  I thought I should warn you about that.  Oh, and they drool.  The icky kind of drool that you hope never ever ever never lands on you.  Gag.  They adore snow and the great outdoors. They are big beautiful dogs, with pure spirits.  They teach you about love and loyalty.


It's a Dogs Life ~ Excuse the Drool. The story of a family dog. Love, laughter & tears #DogLove #Love #Family

Our dog family story …

10 years ago, my Mom was visiting during a wicked crazy snowy snowmobile season.

Note:  Ontario men love snowmobiles.  Just sayin’

My Mom and I had been searching the classified ads for Great Pyrenees puppies.  Our minds were made up.  We had found the perfect pup.  We waited for Michael to be all dressed in his snow gear and raring to get out on the trails.  His snow distraction would work to our advantage.  That dude loves snow.   I know.  Weird.

Michael walked into the house to say goodbye to us for the day …

Me :    Hey hun, Mom and I are going to get a new puppy today.

Michael :   Sure.

He left the room, all bundled in his snow gear.

Mom :  “Lynne, look at me.  Put your coat on.  Let’s GO!!  Did you hear Michael??!!  He said YES.  Let’s get the puppy !!!”


Start   The  Car  !!!!     Start   The   Car  !!!!


Later that day, Michael returned from his snowmobile trip.  He spotted our new fluffy puppy, Oliver.


Michael :    Whaaaaaaaat is that?


Me :    Uhmm, that’s a puppy.


Michael :  We should talk about a family puppy before you get one.


Me : Oh, we did.


Michael had zero recollection of the 3 second chit chat that we had that day about getting a puppy.  It was the only day in Oliver’s life that Michael didn’t like him.  One day.  In 10 years.


Oliver changed all that.



It's a Dogs Life ~ Excuse the Drool. The story of a family dog. Love, laughter & tears #DogLove #Love #Family



Michael + Oliver = Inseparable for 10 years.

There were fun times, and bat shit crazy times too.

Oliver survived a few fiascos over the years. He ate steaks off of the BBQ, an entire pie in one gulp, a block of cheese without getting constipated… and oh.. oh… who could forget the two porcupines?


The  Great  Porcupine  Adventure :


We live in the countryside.  Nuff said.   Oliver sniffed out a porcupine.  One speedy ride to the vet, and she pulled the quills from his nose.  As we were leaving, she said …


Vet :     See you soon!


Me :    Whaaaa?  See you soon?!!  What the what-what whaaaaaa?


Vet :    Dogs always do this TWICE.  She said it with quiet confidence and that face.  You know the face.  The you-know-she-is-right  face.  I hate that face.  Pffft.


Me :    Errrhhmergerd.   You have got to be efffffing kidding me.  We handed over billion dollar bills to pay the vet bill, and skipped out the veterinary door.  Not.  Oliver had the face of shame.  Surely, he learned his lesson.  I like to tell myself these lies.


We’ll be fine <— famous last words.



It's a Dogs Life ~ Excuse the Drool. The story of a family dog. Love, laughter & tears #DogLove #Love #Family

He’s Contemplating


Then it happened. It was like ground hog day.  History repeated itself.


It was the great return of the dreaded porcupine on a hot summers night.   I woke up in the wee hours and Michael was nowhere to be seen.  The barn lights were on.  How odd, I thought to myself.  And a whole lot scary.  I hate going outside alone in the dark with the boogie men.  I wrapped myself in my fluffy housecoat & pink fuzzy slippers and wandered out to the barn in the darkness while grasping a flashlight for dear life.


There they were.  It was a sight.  A sight for sore eyes.


There, in the middle of the barn hallway, was Michael and Oliver. Michael had {thankfully} slightly drugged Oliver with homeopathic Rescue Remedy.

PS.  That stuff is d’bomb dot com if you ever need to chill a dog, a child or anyone who needs to be slapped with a calming agent.

Michael was gently pulling the quills out of Oliver’s muzzle.  One at a time.  But that’s not all.  The story doesn’t end there.  Michael was buck naked !!

He did, however, have enough good sense to be wearing sandals.  Errrhmergerd.


 My eyes.  My eyes.


I have never ever, in the history of ever.. stopped laughing about that night.

I might be scarred for life, and now you have that vision in your head too.  My bad.


It's a Dogs Life ~ Excuse the Drool. The story of a family dog. Love, laughter & tears #DogLove #Love #Family

That was 10 years ago.  10 years goes by in a flash.  Like it was yesterday.


*  Gone *

This is the part of the story that I didn’t want to tell you.


This week, our dear sweet Oliver passed away.  


It's a Dogs Life ~ Excuse the Drool. The story of a family dog. Love, laughter & tears #DogLove #Love #Family


Our family sat huddled together in quietness and wept.  Quiet, slow tears. The moments just ticked by. Together, we listened to soft music playing in the background and talked about how we had truly hit the jackpot with such a great dog.  We talked between tears.  Oliver hit the jackpot with all the love he had from us, our friends and family too.

If love could have saved him, he would surely be alive today.


It's a Dogs Life ~ Excuse the Drool. The story of a family dog. Love, laughter & tears #DogLove #Love #Family


We had a chance to be with Oliver and love him for his last few cherished moments.  The kids huddled around him.  Michael held him as his legs slowly gave away.  He laid down, took his last beautiful sweet breath and then he was gone.


It's a Dogs Life ~ Excuse the Drool. The story of a family dog. Love, laughter & tears #DogLove #Love #Family


It was in that moment that I wondered…

How could the sun possibly rise tomorrow?

Can’t we all just take a pause?

Pause.  Breathe in.  Breathe out.

Goodbye to our sweet bear.  Goodbye to the beauty you brought into our lives.  Goodbye to all the greatness you showed, kind Oliver.  Goodbye to the dog that protected our children.  Goodbye to you, my friend.  Thank you for blessing us with your gift of love.


May you rest in peace and have sweet dreams.

 You were the best pal a family could ask for.

It's a Dogs Life ~ Excuse the Drool. The story of a family dog. Love, laughter & tears #DogLove #Love #Family





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  1. Jodi Palmer

    April 19th, 2014 at 8:16 pm

    I know how you feel about the lose of a pet. After 13 years our beloved golden retriever passed away. And is was as you said the years flew by. Molson died 20dec2013 and there is not a day that I don not cry for him. The ugly cry is what I call it. Some days I feel so lostwithout him.

  2. Lynne Knowlton

    April 20th, 2014 at 10:49 am

    Oh wow Jodi,

    A golden retriever? They are such a beautiful breed too! So sorry for your loss.

    That ugly cry. Blah. I know how it is. xx

  3. Marti

    April 24th, 2014 at 9:12 am

    I’m sorry about Oliver 🙁 such a beautiful dog!!!

    I have a Doberman and knowing that one day he will leave us breaks my heart (he’s almost 2 now).

    I love him so much even though he drives me crazy at times (especially when he decides to cross the street when he sees a cat or a dog buddy) Arrrghhhh!!!

  4. connie

    May 11th, 2014 at 7:44 am

    Love this entry. What it means to love a dog like family. I had a Siberian Husky that owned my heart, too. My husband held her as she took her last breath and her legs gave way. He sobbed like a baby. I have never seen him cry like that. I remember my Athena in little moments every day. The way she would peek around a corner then run to the other end of the wall and peek around the corner….. It was her invitation to come play chase with her. I swear she was as smart as a human. I have a lovable coonhound and he is an easy dog. My Husky was never an easy pet like him, because she had strong instincts and personality. Her facial expressions spoke words. And she intently studied my face to see if I understood her.. She loved us so much. My heart stopped for a moment when she passed away – the ultimate betrayal of letting her die. And yet she had cancer and we could not save her. If only… Miss her so much. I am sorry for your loss. It hurts so much to lose a beloved pet. Each one is a unique contribution to the life of the family. Life is precious in so many ways.

  5. Lynne Knowlton

    May 13th, 2014 at 7:29 am

    Wow Connie,

    It sounds like you sure loved your dog too. I loved love loved love your words. Thank you so much for sharing them with me. As sad as it is to lose our pups … how lucky are we that we had them in our lives? D’best.

    Big love to you!
    Lynne xx

  6. Simone Weldon

    May 29th, 2014 at 10:35 pm

    Hi Lynne,
    I just stumbled upon your blog while browsing “The art of doing stuff”. You made my day. I haven’t laughed like that in a while. I was even reading parts of your blog to my husband and my two boys. My 15yr old asked if we were twins (not by looks but by the love of white) and my husband asked if we are cosmically related. My poor guys have been living with my craziness of turning everything white. I just finished the last room in my house. Yeah!!!! (Imagine confetti coming down.) I have to listen to sarcastic comments from my kids where I show them something I like and I get the smart aleck response: “Of course you do, it’s white”. Secretly it cracks me up. I have a cherry wood kitchen which I don’t care for and I’m still working on my hubby to “let” me paint it white. I also can’t type and talk at the same time. I have an extreme sense of smell. My hubby often implies I could apply for the job if they ever run out of drug sniffing dogs. (Does not imply that I look like a dog). He actually thinks I’m cute even after 23 yrs of marriage. I too would redecorate someones home if left alone for too long.
    You have a great way of telling stories. Ever thought of writing a book or screenplay?
    Your story about Oliver made me laugh and get teary eyed at the same time. I too have a dog. She is now our third (one at a time though). It’s the hardest thing to let them go. They each have their own personalities. We’ve had one purebred Golden Retriever that we got as a puppy and loved apples and swimming, a yellow lab mix that was almost the size of a great dane and scared of the dark, the toaster and the dryer buzzer. And now a black lab mix that only likes blue chuck-it balls and looks like a lioness when she chases the seagulls at the beach. Our last two were rescue dogs and all of them were fantastic. We are very blessed to have them in our lives.
    The best to you and your family. I’ll be looking forward to your funny stories with great eagerness. 🙂

  7. Lynne Knowlton

    June 2nd, 2014 at 8:01 am

    Simone !!!

    I love love love loved your comment.

    YOU SHOULD BE A WRITER <--- I screamed that. We are definitely twins 🙂 ... white, extreme sense of smell, no typing and talking at the same time ... laughs from the kids and hubby ... good LOVE all mixed in between. THANK YOU for leaving me an epic comment !! You made my month ! Wooooohoooo ! Mwah ! Lynne

  8. Jennifer R. Chao

    May 30th, 2014 at 2:09 am

    oh Lynn~
    Our most sincere sorry in the loss of Oliver. He was magnificent! I cried reading your blog on the last day of his life. I was raised on a small farm in PA and there we raised 3 Great Pyreneese. Mona and Lisa, then Dudley Do-Right. They were the most sweet, noble, and gentle souls I ever encountered. I’m sure you are still sad, but if you ever need an extra ear…i’m here!

  9. Lynne Knowlton

    June 2nd, 2014 at 7:58 am

    Thank you Jennifer,

    I can barely reply to the comments in this particular blog post, because it makes me miss Oliver all over again.

    LOVE your dog names! LOVE how you just get how awesome it is to have had a Great Pyrenees in your life. Lucky duck to have had 3 !

    Much love,
    Lynne xx

  10. Lisa

    January 1st, 2015 at 2:18 pm


    I just found your blog and absolutely love your writing style (and your design style, too!). We’ve just recently (just a short 3 weeks ago) lost our beloved lab/shepherd, Emma. It’s truly amazing how our furry family members become such a huge part of our lives. Emma kept me company in the kitchen, thoughtfully cleaning up all the dropped scraps……she loved running errands with me in the car, and would curl up on the driver’s seat (keeping it warm and toasty!) waiting for me to return……..her favorite words were “Let’s Go” and she knew instantly to hop in the car because an adventure was beginning……I swear she understood when I said “I’ll be right back” and she’d wait patiently by the back door……I miss her sleeping across all the pillows (she would manage to figure out a way to burrow deep in as many pillows as she could!) and snoring in my ear (and boy, did she know how to snore!!). Emma was only 8, and we were in the middle of trying to figure out what was going on when she left us. Her time with us was cut way too short, but we are so grateful and honored she was a part of our family. She was a rescue dog, but it wasn’t really us who did the rescuing…….it was Emma. The pain does take our breath away. Thank you for sharing Oliver’s story…..he was a lucky, lucky dog!.

  11. Deedra

    January 3rd, 2015 at 1:28 pm

    Wow…I was so blessed when I read about your Oliver. I, too, had to say goodbye to my Alaskan Malamute, Jody, on almost the same day that your Oliver passed. Jody was also with me for 10 years…we shared so many adventures together and I loved him dearly. I knew it would take some time before I was ready to get another dog. Then I met Brody, my Great Pyrenees. He is everything that you described Oliver to be. Brody is my gentle giant and has such a sweet spirit…… If I could only get him to quit digging holes! .

  12. Sarah Mitchell Nisbet

    August 4th, 2015 at 3:31 pm


    Very moved by your doggie tale! Lost our little Bear on our Wedding Anniversary (46th) we were gutted – our Siamese master (Nicco) chocolate point was so gutter he pulled out all the hair on his bum. After one week I phoned the shelter, 8 days later we got a JUG cross between Pug and JR Terrier (our Pooh Bear was a JR Terrier).

    House is mad again, doggy smell on the sofa, bed etc. bowls in the kitchen, toys all over the place – Lovely!

    I found your story by looking for giant needle patterns, I am a knitting freak as well.

    Hope you and your family are well, loss of bested bud will never go away, but rescue a dog in need helps ease the pain.

    Have some nice patterns I wrote myself if you would like me to share?

    Also, could send pics of my ORLA (JUG) and Nicco for you to look at in a dark moment, guaranteed to make you LOL.

    Best Regards


  13. Lynne Knowlton

    August 15th, 2015 at 8:29 am

    Hi Sarah!

    I’d love to see those photos of your pooches and your knitting patterns too. I wish you lived right beside me. We could get into all kinds of knitting and dog trouble. haha.

    You can share photos/patterns and all kinds of great shenanigans on my Facebook page!

    Here’s the link:

    Looking forward to seeing it !

    Much love!
    Lynne xx

  14. Yolande Bolduc

    December 20th, 2015 at 1:05 am

    Je sais se que vous avez vécu, j’en ai perdu une petite du nom de coquette en juillet 2013 et je ne l’ai jamais oublié. Avant qu’elle nous quitte j’en ai sauvé une de la mort elle n’avait que 10 mois et elle est avec nous depuis ce temps,elle ne me fait pas oublié ma coquette mais je l’aime aussi, c’est une LassaApso. Elle a maitenant 5 ans. Elle a été malade elle a fait des pierres aux reins, ont l’a fait opéré et je ne le regrette pas. Elle se nomme maggie.

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