"Hi, my name's No, No, Bad Dog what's yours?" That was a little joke about Katie. I had found a humorous greeting card with two dogs on the front, one saying that to the other and had given it to Katie's human, Dina. Katie always had a mind of her own, and that's why the joke was so appropriate.
Dina got Katie from some friends who had allowed her to be a real tom-boy in her early years, and she never really outgrew it. As we know, tom-boys are always the most fun, and Katie was no exception. She loved to frolic in the neighborhood with the local kids and would escape often to do so. There were many times when Dina had to get into the car and search the neighborhood for Katie only to find her in the midst of a bunch of kids having the grandest time.
Katie was a good girl but, at times, stubborn as can be. She especially liked to stop often during walks to give long attention to a particular smell. I always said that trying to get her to move on was like pulling at a bulldozer. She was funny on walks because she remembered everything. One time when she was staying with me, I had the dogs on a walk, and I had to jerk her right when we were next to a fire hydrant. I guess she thought the hydrant did it because every time we approached it in the future, she would go up off the sidewalk onto the grass to get as far away from that evil hydrant as possible.
Whenever Katie got excited, she would swing her hips back and forth and hit up against you or your chair. She was a strong dog so that hip action was something to behold. Pity the frail person who happened to be within hip range 'cause Katie could really swing them.
Katie loved to eat, and she would eat just about anything. I cannot remember all of the things that Dina has told me Katie has eaten over the years, but bars of soap, bags of flour, and potatoes come to mind. Nothing she ate ever seemed to make her very sick. She was a real canine garbage disposal.
Talking - loud, loud talking - was one of Katie's annoying but lovable traits. She was a strong girl and had a very loud bark that she loved to use whenever she was happy or excited, which was most of the time. Thinking of Katie barking brings a bittersweet memory to my mind. Right before Katie died, Dina was not able to take her to the vet, so I took her. Katie was not able to stand and was very weak, but when the vet entered the room, she roused a little and barked a weak bark. She was talking "happy talk" right up to the end.
"Happy talk to the end" is the way I'm going to choose to remember Katie. She had a zest for life and lived it to its fullest. I guess that's the only thing any of us can ask.