Hello, gentle readers, it is me. Ivy Claire. Wire Hair Fox Terrier with my professorial fuzzy face appearing right here on Page 8A in every issue of the Price County Review.

In the interest of full disclosure, this photo was taken quite a few years back. It is like those advertising photos that are actually high school graduation photos, and like those, our faces are more accurately rounder and more scruffy (kind of like Peg herself). I have aged right along with my old friend, and between the two of us, we probably ought to have a new photo shot.

People find it hard to believe, but I was not an adorable puppy. In fact, some called my appearance odd. Even as pups, “Wires” have long, horsey faces, especially in the beginning, and many folks commented, “Boy, your dog sure has a long snout.”

I tried not to take exception with their sharp comments, as I knew I’d grow out of it. I had a dark splotch of fur on my face, and it was hard to even see my snapping black eyes. My fur was short and I was mostly white except that I had some “ticking” on my bum, but my docked tail looked a bit askew. People who were just meeting me would ask Peg if I was a stray, adopted from the shelter. Peg would shoot them the old “stink eye” and give a bit of a “tut” and tell them that I was a full AKC dog. Not that it mattered to either of us.

I was born over 10 years ago on a beautiful farm near the Baraboo Hills. I lived in the back of a camper topper with fence strung up around it (hardly a kennel for a litter of American Kennel Club pups). When Peg came to pick me out, I was one of six other motley faces jumping around and begging to be chosen.

She kept picking up my brothers (and putting them down — she wanted a girl) and going back and forth between the three females. Finally, I remembered what one of my sisters had been successful at — she curled up under the buyer’s neck and licked their chin. Sold. So, when Peg cuddled me near her face, I gave her a good old solid lick all the way up her cheek. Sure enough, she couldn’t put me down.

I knew that it meant leaving my mom, who had so rudely run off for the woods without even looking over her shoulder (the farmer told Peg that my mom got tired of all of us trying to have some refreshments), but it was time to go.

I turned to my littermates and I wondered if I’d ever see them again. Terriers are very high energy, so I was actually glad to be carried away from the madding crowd. It had been play, play, play, then collapsing in a heap and conking out, and then … repeat.

Now I am over 10 and I conk out on the sofa and tend to stay sleeping — before heading under the bed for a good night’s sleep. Running is for younger dogs. Being older has meant slowing down, and instead of chasing our neighbor’s beautiful black cat Isiah, I would just like to give him a little sniff.

This summer I met a turtle that seemed reluctant to meet me; I had only sniffed its nose and it pulled back into its shell. Excuse me. One afternoon I met a big huge frog which seemed more curious about me than I about him (truthfully, it gave off a strong froggy smell that I found quite off-putting.)

There have been some new dogs around the neighborhood too; one named Miss Olive and one named Pippi. I will miss seeing them and watching what they’re up to. Hope I meet some new neighbors.

I am not sure about this place Peg is taking us to. I like to make new friends and she says there’s a great park directly behind our house and, best of all, kids! I love kids.

So, we will see. There are squirrels, I’m told, and also bunnies, but we will both miss the pointy pines and the miles of woods. Life is all about taking on new challenges — I hope Peg can adjust!

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