For the three people that read my blog that don't know who Snuggles is, here is a little bio. Snuggles showed up fourteen years ago when my mom came home from work one day with what looked to me like the love child of a wild African savannah cat and a pitt bull. My mom had just lost her little Chihuahua and told her co-worker whose husband was a Sheriff's deputy who frequently found stray animals that if they came across another little Chihuahua-esque munchkin dog to give her a call. The next day they brought us Snuggles...a giant solid mass of muscle and sinew with huge puppy dog eyes. She wasn't quite a Chihuahua but was she ever adorable!
Snuggles had been bred to make monster dogs for dog fighting but was rescued from a fighting ring in South Central LA and found her way to our home through a series of kind strangers who wanted to help when it became immediately evident that she was the sweetest, gentlest creature that had ever walked the earth. Initially my dad named her Jezebel...but that just wasn't quite right. Despite her size she seemed to think she was a lap dog and wanted to cuddle...thus Snuggles seemed a more appropriate name. But she also answered to "The Big Dog".
When my mom brought her home she weighed 50 pounds and we assumed she was full grown so you can imagine our surprise when the vet said she was only three months old. By the end of the year she was 125 pounds...and still liked to cuddle in your lap.
Snuggles remains the only dog that I know of that successfully took down a mountain lion. One winter we were all up at the family ranch outside of Yosemite and Snuggles and Maggie (our other dog) were outside playing in the woods. Maggie was curious to a fault and had a penchant for trouble. We heard a growl, the distinctive growl of a mountain lion and our hearts sank because with both dogs out there we assumed that neither dog would survive the encounter with the giant cat. But moments later we saw Maggie come trotting in unharmed and no Snuggles. A few more minutes passed and then Snuggles came walking up covered in blood with blood in her mouth and the distinctive slash marks of the paw of a mountain lion across her breast bone. Snuggles was such a good pal that she saved her pack mate Maggie and emerged victorious from the fight with the giant cat.
Snuggles' deadly encounter with the mountain lion was not representative of her overall relationship with the feline community. Snuggles' best friend was a little cat named Harriett who would cuddle up next to her whenever she got the chance and rub her little head against Snuggles' massive jaws.
|This is Snuggles' little pal Harriett. Unfortunately Snuggles|
swallowed Harriett's little Johnny Cat toy
(pictured in the left corner)
One of the funniest moments I will remember with Snuggles involved another instance of Maggie our late Rottweiler mix getting into trouble in the mountains. Maggie antagonized a bear who took a swat at her and as a result needed surgery to reattach some ligaments in her back legs. The vet put Maggie in the e-collar, the famous dog cone headdress, to keep her from chewing on her stitches. Snuggles just seemed to stare at Maggie, almost jealous of her "cool hat". It is hard to explain but you could somehow read that in her expression. I was doing homework on the floor and my Dad was laying on the couch when Snuggles and came trotting into the den, chest puffed out, wearing Maggie's cone. It was as if the expression on her face read, "Look, I have the cool hat now!" She was extremely pleased with herself. My Dad's only words were, "What the...?!?" We guess she must have yanked the cone off of Maggie with her powerful jaws and then shoved her head in it. Who knows? All I can say is that it was one of the funniest things I have ever witnessed.
Another memory that will stay with all of us, forever, is the night Snuggles got sprayed smack dab in the middle of the chest by a skunk. It was the foulest-smelling, melted-butter-looking liquid splash on her white spot on her chest and for the next five years every time she got a bath the thiol molecules in the skunk spray were reactivated by the water molecules and the stink returned with a vengeance.
Snuggles passed away last Wednesday at Yosemite Springs, the family ranch. We should all be so lucky...the vet came out and gave her a tranquilizer and she drifted off right in front of the house looking up at the woods she loved to play in. We were all there, her dog and cat friends were all there and when it was over Ling, her best dog buddy walked around her and said her good-byes. Like I said, we should all be so lucky as to pass that way.
It seems cosmically unfair that animals don't live as long as we do. I am thankful for the time I had with her and I will never forget her. I like to think that we will somehow meet again some day. I study theology and yet I have no idea if humans and dogs ever meet up again in any plane of existence but it would be nice to just choose to believe that somewhere, somehow, our souls will cross paths again.
In the meantime I don't know how to honor Snuggles' memory any better than to give another shelter dog a forever home. So hopefully very soon I will have a new member of the family to announce and I hope that wherever Snuggles is she is getting to eat lots of avocados and listen to lots of opera music.