Happy Birthday Baby Taos!!!!! Today, Taos turns 3…and we are so blessed…truly blessed!
I will never forget the day we went to pick her up. Tamara and I have both been blessed with many canine companions over the years, and Taos was our first puppy together.
We hopped in the Jeep and off we went, to bring our baby girl home. We rescued her from a backyard breeder in Valencia County.
When we drove up, there was a small and filthy dog run with a Momma and newborn pups. I remember it all being brown…no bright blankets and squeaky and bouncy toys…just brown.
The energy still haunts me…I mean the Mom and her newborn babies out in the yard, while the “family” stays safe and comfortable inside. Just waiting for the puppies to be old enough to make a few bucks, so they can do it all over again.
Anyone who has every met Taos has asked me her breed. We were told she was boxweiler (boxer/Rottweiler cross).
A woman once suggested to me that she was a greyhound cross. I thought she was fucking crazy, to be honest. The more I watch Taos though, I think she may be right.
Two of my dearest clients, Hannah and Gypsy were Greyhounds and I see a lot of both of those girls in Taos. Hannah and Gypsy come frequently to visit us, from the other side of the rainbow bridge. Their presence and their energy and their joy are most welcome and appreciated company, anytime they visit.
I still work on Hannah and Gypsy’s brothers and sister and every session, without fail, Hannah shows up, via Teddy’s body to clown around with us and to show me my favorite, her third eyelid, through Teddy’s eyes now.
Hannah always showed her third eyelid, which has always made me want to vomit…all things eyes make me queasy. It was almost a game with Hannah and I…I would have to work out a knot or a sore spot and she would bust out with her third eyelid. An ongoing game with Hannah and I, for the entire time I knew her. Teddy never, ever showed his third eyelid until Hannah crossed over and now, when he does, I know Hannah has come to pay us a visit.
I have considered running DNA on Taos, so I could answer the constant question of what her breed is, for curiosity’s sake. Truth is, we don’t care, except for health reasons what is all mixed in there…because whatever the combination, the mix created the most beautiful and spirited and smart and loyal and amazing dog on the planet!
Taos, named after one of our most favorite places in New Mexico, turned out to be the most perfect name for her.
a North American people native to New Mexico.
a member of the Taos.
the language of the Taos.
Our girl…indigenous, resistance…with heartfelt persistence and the highest intelligence…that is our baby warrior in training…Baby Taos!!!!
Taos has a sister named Aliah, who is a boxer. We call her sister “ghost face”, as she is showing signs of aging, especially as her face fades to white. Aliah and Taos like to play “boxer” together, when they are allowed. It gets to be a bit much for Aliah, because Taos is part boxer and part reindeer or greyhound and part crazy and she will take a girl out with those long ass legs of hers.
Taos also has a brother named Rocky. Rocky was my client. I was called in by rescue to consult on an amputation for Rocky. Rocky is the most handsome pit bull you will ever meet, and he has his tail still!!!
Rocky was attacked by five other dogs and nearly lost his life and both of his right legs, and part of his right ear. I would just like to mention that Rocky was not attacked by pit bulls..Rocky IS a pit bull.
The moment I met Rocky, I fell in love with him and I vowed to be the best therapist and most steadfast advocate for him. I recommend amputation and vowed to be there every step of the way as he navigated this journey.
Rockys front right leg was amputated immediately and we began the grueling process of healing. Rocky went septic and almost died a few times. Spirits like Rocky don’t die over lost legs and violent attacks…spirits like Rocky allow the most amazing light to enter through all of those cracks. Spirits like Rocky illuminate the world and give us all hope.
Rocky was sent home to his foster, in Valencia county. Less than two days post op, Rocky got out and went missing. I was called in for search and rescue.
I cannot even describe the horror of those moments…hauling ass in pouring rain, from our home in the east mountains, to go find Rocky. I won’t give all of the details, but Rocky was missing for over 15 hours by the time it was all said and done.
Rockys companion that he was traveling with came home, without Rocky and so we went back out, in the pitch dark, with my vehicle lit up like a fucking beacon, to bring Rocky home. We were not going home without Rocky, no matter what.
I was lighting the ditch for Tamara when my phone rang that Rocky was back and collapsed in the driveway. I honestly don’t remember anything else until we got to Rocky and I ran to start CPR on him…there wasn’t much life left in there.
As I got my face down to his face, he lifted his head and I saw his eyes and he saw my eyes, and no breath was needed, only love…lots and lots and lots of love. The rescue pulled him from foster and took him with her, as he was going to need to be at the vet in a couple of hours. On top of everything, Rocky had been attacked and sprayed by a skunk on his little adventure and he was a hot fucking mess!
The next day, I got a call to see if we could keep Rocky until they found the right home, because he couldn’t go back there. Of course, without hesitation, we said yes. I could work on him anytime he needed me and he would be safe…it was perfect!
I hung up the phone and Tamara and I just looked at each other. I picked my phone right back up and I called her right back and I said, Rocky is home.
Rocky and I trained together for him to be my service dog and he was a fucking warrior. I realized one day that it was a bit much for Rocky…hell, it was a bit much for me. Service dog training is grueling…emotionally grueling and the biggest fucking mirror…so we retired him from Service Dog training…he did earn his tag though and he did a great job…Rocky just happens to need a service people!
And so it was decided, as Taos threw all four paws up into the air, that Baby Taos was up for the challenge…Baby Taos would be Momma Corals Service Dog, and so it was.
Taos did amazing in training and she achieved the Canine Good Citizen Award on top of graduating with top scores, in every category on her Service Dog testing.
Taos knows me better than I know me and she only wants to be with me ALL of the time.
My physical pain has been so intense and my emotional shit has been blowing out everywhere and people are stealing dogs out of locked cars and homes. I have not had Taos as close to me as she needs to be and as close to me as I need her to be, because of fear.
So today, Baby Taos, for your third Birthday, I renew my commitment to be your person, as much as you are my Service Dog. I trust that you truly do know what is best for you and I will stop trying to protect you from me and all of my shortcomings and struggles. I will allow you to be my service dog.
I realize that my fear of hurting you with my pain…my fear of someone hurting you or taking you are unreasonable reasons to keep us apart, and I apologize for the distance between us. We will bridge this gap together.
On this day, as we celebrate you, please know, that you are my heart. I know I am a hot fucking mess myself. Being my service dog must be the job of a fucking saint, and you’re it!
I love you Baby Taos! Happy Birthday to my steadfast and true, beautiful and kind, smart and loyal baby Taos!!!!