Friday, March 20, 2015
Sunday, March 8, 2015
Tuesday, February 24, 2015
During one of our Bandit-missing conversations this week, my brother reminded me that Bandito was responsible for introducing him to his first fictitious wife. (Does he plan to have more???) Of all of the Bandit memories I conjured up over the past few days, this was not among them. I absolutely, totally forgot about this!!!
This was a News-Gazette ad for the Champaign County Humane Society. They were one of my biggest accounts at the time (2004) , and it was one of my friends there who "found" and "held" Bandit for me when he came in with his brothers and sisters. I had the choice between Bandit (being up for adoption in February, his CCHS given name was "Cupid!") and his sister. I chose Bandit, as, unbelievably, he was the "calmer" one. !!!
These were shots we used for a full-page "How To Adopt A Pet At The Champaign County Humane Society" ad a couple of months later.
Andy, the boys, and a CCHS volunteer (I can't believe I can't remember her name...she was my pretend sister-in-law...) were the happy family adopting a puppy. Little puppy Bandito!
We had the metal press plate from the actual press run hanging on our basement wall on Race St. It's tucked away somewhere, along with tearsheets of the actual ad. I'll look for / find them some day, but for now, archived scans of the 35MM negs from the photo shoot will do.
Waiting it out in the CCHS "Puppy Room."
Meeting the potential new family in the CCHS "Get Acquainted Room."
"Check Up" with the CCHS Staff Vet before signing adoption paperwork.
Signing the adoption paperwork.
(MANY hours of practice, treats, and FOUR separate attempts at formal training / classes,
and he never did "get" the "don't pull on the leash" thing. *sigh*)
A few years later, Bandit (and his young, real-life, newspaper-reading "parents"...recognize them???) were featured in a News-Gazette TV ad. I forgot about this one as well, but in searching for the CCHS ad press plate, I found our VHS copy of it!
Monday, February 16, 2015
We lost Bandit this morning.
His life was 12 years of constant, un-wavering optimism ("can I eat THIS?") and tail-wagging. Nevermind the surgeries, knee reconstructions (yes, that's plural, and yes it needs distinction from the more general "surgeries" category!), allergy tests, new food trials, vet visits, and constantly being "on duty" protecting the house and family.
Although he was perfectly capable of experiencing and exhibiting anger, fear, frustration, sadness, and anxiety, his "default position" was always happy. Happy until given a specific, immediate, definitive reason NOT to be.