The Alexander Menagerie

I’ve loved animals since I emerged from the womb. If I could, I’d be constantly surrounded by animals of every type, shape, and size. My dear husband injects a little reality in my life though, and so I’m limited to the beasties I can at least pretend to afford to feed and house.

At this moment, the Alexander Menagerie is comprised of three dogs and two horses. The horses, however, are currently living in Olympia, and I wouldn’t be surprised if Blue had a new owner soon. (They’re perfect for each other!)

Pax is the love of my life, a nine-year-old curly coated retriever. He’s perfectly perfect in every way. Just lately — in the last six months — he has aged considerably. It scares me.

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Pflouff is our two-year-old Newfie girl. She is a delight, always ready with kisses and snuggles. Terrible bed hog though.

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River is my new curly coated retriever puppy. Training him is my current passion and delight.

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Blue is my ten-year-old grey quarter horse. He’s a clicker star, but not thanks to me. I sent him to Leslie Peeples for training, and the results were phenomenal.

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Guinevere is a former PMU mare. She’s a fifteen- or sixteen-year-old Percheron cross (and the cutest thing on the planet). She’s not quite 15 hands tall, but she’s built like a tank. She’s an amazingly easy horse. She has very little training, but it doesn’t matter. She’s so easy going that she’ll try whether she knows what you want or not.

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Gone but never, ever forgotten:

Satch was my heart for eleven and a half years. I got him in 1990, right after I graduated from college. He and I did a lot of moving and traveling. There will never be anyone else like him.

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Rain was our first Newfie. We lost him when he was six years old. Losing him was harder than I ever could have imagined — we still cry.

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Aslan was my second Great Pyrenees. He was such a challenge — so different from Satch. My heart aches over this dog. We dealt with dog-aggression and severe resource-guarding issues throughout his life. Although we were able to keep incidents to a minimum — over a year between them by the end — the incidents themselves got more severe each time. After the last fight with Pax, I made the most difficult decision of my life and put him to sleep. I still miss him.

Princess was a rescue from the feedlot in Yakima. She was such a delightful mare, probably the sweetest, most friendly of all we’ve had. We made her last two years good ones.

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Rowan was another rescue from the feedlot. She matured into a gorgeous mare, but unfortunately, last Christmas she developed a staph infection we just couldn’t beat. Her trainer, Monica, created the most beautiful tribute video for her.

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Quincy was a sweet mare who just didn’t get along with the rest of our brood. Since she was of retirement age, we decided to retire her to a place where she can be spoiled silly for the rest of her days.

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