Hollyberry came to us at the age of 7-1/2 weeks and took control of our household immediately. She was a zany, fun-loving, happy girl. She was extremely smart and could reason problems through to a good solution such as running at top speed to the door to go for a walk and not being able to stop on the wood floors and banging her face on the door. The solution was to run at top speed, jump from area rug to area rug and then walk sedately to the door. Holly went to the office with us everyday as a young pup. She fell in love with our UPS driver, Dave. For her whole life, she would hear a UPS truck and get excited. She could distinquish betweeen FED/X and UPS and I could never tell the difference in the sound of the trucks. She just knew things. When I got stopped for speeding in Kansas, the officer approached our car with a big Smoky-the-Bear hat on and I cringed because I thought she would just go crazy. She surprised us when she made a good decision not to mouth-off. Holly spent the first part of her life trying to fly and having some hard landings. This took it’s toll on her spine and joints. We noticed about six years ago that she was dragging her toenails on the pavement when she walked. Our Vet X-rayed her and found that she had no discs in two of her vertebrae. She was a trooper though and kept going on walks and trying to fly and jumping on everyone. She was a typical Wheaten Terrier in the jumping department.
Holly had many friends both human and canine. She loved everyone with gusto and tried hard to please us. She was happiest when my husband and I were in the same room so she could watch us easily. When we were in different rooms, she would tavel back and forth to keep an eye on us. At the age of six months, her picture was taken at Day Care and it was chosen to appear in the “Paw Prints Soft Coated Wheaten Terrier Calendar” for 1999. She was “Miss March”. Ironically, it was in the month of March that we would find that our “Girl of the Century” was failing at a rapid rate. Her hind legs were giving out on her and she would struggle to get up and down. We had loved each other for fourteen years, three months and six days, and in the end, we did the last loving thing we could do for her. Dr. Cooney came and helped Holly have a loving and peaceful transition. We know now that she is in Heaven and she is probably trying to talk the angels into trying to do something they have never done before.
“Blessed is the person who has earned the love of an Old Dog” ~ Sydney Jeanne Seward