Marie (Jones), aka Good Ol' Dawg(-ley), 1996?-2014

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I. The Wary Stranger

In the late summer of 1997, in the Weminuche Wilderness of SW Colorado, a yearling dog with collar but no tags started hanging around an out-of-state hiking party at Lake Marie (37.556265, -107.594444). They called her Marie, and fed her leftovers, and she followed them much deeper into the wilderness, to roadless Chicago Basin (accessed only by no-dogs-allowed train), where we encountered her briefly. Brian hated dogs but this one seemed OK. Paquita saw more, and secretly called the ranger a month later, which happened to be perfect timing for an urgent and real need. The next day, Marie was dropped off in our yard, in heat. Brian nonplussed...but nonlivid. She was a cagey and formidable creature, and never became "obedient", but clearly had a noble character, a heart of gold. Marie I mean, of course. 





Chewing through leashes



Chewing through leashes




That
                        Animal is not coming in...



That Animal is not coming in...




...with my Civilized Cat



...with my Civilized Cat





Coming around…slowly, maybe



Maybe it's OK on inside of door




No
                        actual rush to tunnel out of here



No actual rush to tunnel out of here




stick
                        good



Cat man's gonna crack soon

II. Oh, it's the people not the place

After her first year in the back yard, where she dug a den under a juniper bush (and several escape tunnels...) Brian was won over, and she was One of Us.
A memorable phase was moving to Tucson together for a year, in the summer of 2000, and since then we have been so many places.





Tucson 2000



Tucson 2000




new
                        lands



new lands




sky
                        islands



sky islands





pals
                        that summer



pals that year




young beauty



young beauty, chewing up a shoe or something




One
                        of the family



One of the family nowadays

III. Piles of friends

OK, at the risk of being maudlin...Marie was a sweetheart, a warm fuzzy leg-leaner, a lap-head-rester, and loved petting. Also she was self cleaning (albiet through shedding), and "fluffy" was often the first adjective. But she was no cat, not an up-in-bed kind of dog: she liked being low and grounded.





tired I



tired I




tired II



tired II




GoodOl Doggly



GoodOl Doggly





a
                        hot afternoon hike



a hot afternoon hike




lying around



lying around




driftin and dreamin



driftin and dreamin

IV. Marie the model

So many pictures. She was just picturesque. Some gals just are. It didn't go to her head.





Poser



Poser




Poser



Poser




Poser



Poser





Poser



Poser




Poser



Poser




Glorying at Cataract Lake



Glorying at Cataract Lake

V. Travels and adventures

Marie could go (and go and go) anywhere, subject to her species' leash laws. So we saw few national parks but many national forests.





Intrepid all-season adventurer



Intrepid all-season adventurer




silly humans, all that gear



silly humans, all that gear




why
                        carry water



why carry water





beats workin



beats workin




spring



spring




summer



summer





all-terrain



all-terrain




california beach once



California beach once




big
                        stumps out there



big stumps out there





San
                        Juans: the home mountains



San Juans: the home mountains




old
                        timey mines



old timey mines




the
                        making of...



the making of...





a
                        little plastic diorama we built



a little plastic diorama we built




Woof, Untie me! I insist on summiting!
                        16yo



Woof, Untie me! I insist on summiting too! 16yo




Last
                        trip past treeline: 2013, age 17



Last trip past treeline: 2013, age 17





jawbones



jawbones




Florida? I like shallow water



Florida? I like shallow water




Hurricane Katrina in our front yard



Hurricane Katrina in our front yard





silly humans, shoes on and off



silly humans, shoes on and off




Romping



sparkly romping




swamp journeys



swamp journeys





sinkhole swing not a good idea to me



sinkhole swing not a good idea to me




a
                        tad seasick



a tad seasick




many, many years to canoe trust



many, many years to reach canoe-level trust

VI. Celebrity

Marie was arm candy, a sure head-turner and door-opener, a favorite of young girls especially. One time at least 15 crowded around, screeching and all wanting to touch fur. Marie could gently draw a boundary if needed with an authoritative woof, but for the most part used her voice little (except for f@#&*$^ roof raccoons and food-bowl magpies) and had the patience of a saint.





Thank god for little girls (sorta)



Thank god for little girls (sorta)




safe
                        doggie



safe doggie




calming all fears



calming all fears





enjoying the attention



enjoying the attention




that
                        smile opened doors



that smile opened doors




wanna be like you



wanna be like you

VII. Temptations and frailties

Not that she WAS a saint... A postal carrier in Miami (where people are much more wary of dogs) maced her once, and she became the Bad Dog of letter-carrier caricature, at one point leading to legal threats (just for barking sternly, of course). She had always loved hanging out in front greeting neighbors, wherever we lived, but that was the end of that.

Nor was she superhuman. She broke a front 'wrist' in 2009, and a metal plate had to be surgically installed.
She has been choosing her steps more carefully for several years now, hiking behind instead of out front.
You can see it, more and more.
By her last week, she was a weary soul, as the 9th picture here shows.





no
                        saint



no saint




not
                        quite super flying dog



not quite super flying dog




Big
                        Owie



Big Owie





the
                        long path



the long path




not
                        as young



not as young




one
                        damn thing after another



one damn thing after another





the
                        land is stronger than me



the land is stronger than me




aging together



aging together




it
                        can't go on forever (Oct 2014)



it can't go on forever (Oct 2014)

VIII. The Sage, in matters of attitude

But never forget!
Good attitude and dignity are available to all of us, everywhere, all the time, as she taught me many times.
Life is a privilege and a wonder. Enjoy it!
Not in that hysterical exclamation point way, but like really, right now, this breath, though it be a sigh.





double dog dare ya



double dog dare ya




one
                        paw clapping



one paw clapping




kermit the dog



kermit the dog





Majestic



Majestic




Majestic



Majestic




Mom's screen saver perhaps forever



Mom's screen saver perhaps forever


Goodbye, dear one...


the
                        ripples continue, but spread



the ripples continue, but spread