Bandit -- A Final Note

As readers of Naperville Now already know, we lost Bandit, our 18-year-old Shih-Tzu, last month while we were in Savannah.

He was 3 when we adopted him from the Hinsdale Humane Society. Surrendered by his family, for reasons I have yet to discern, Bandit was featured on this newfangled thing called the Internet. Our daughter AJ, then 11, was surfing through shelter websites, saw his picture and read his back story:

"Hisfamilydoesn'twanthimanymoreandyousaidifwefindaShih-Tzuthatneedsahomewecangethim.Pleaseohpleasecanwejusttakealook?Please?Heiscompletelyhypoallergenicandpottytrainedand

needsahome.Seehowcuteheis?Pleasecanwegethim?Please?"

 The next thing I remember, we were headed to the shelter.

One shave-down (his fancy Shih-Tzu hairdo was matted) and one discounted neuter later, he was ours.

His poor health in the last two years of his life has made us forget how entertaining he was in his youth. He ran through our house in mad bursts of gray and white energy. He could leap effortlessly onto our bed. He loved to snap off the eyes on all of his toys. He adored his walks (three times a day because I read that somewhere in a dog care book). The first week, he ate a loaf of white bread, leaving slices under Charlie's pillow and assorted seat cushions. If you sat down, he jumped onto your lap and snuggled in. He sat on a chair and watched us eat dinner every night. He was devoted to AJ, his saving grace, and to our eldest. More than anything, he hated to be left behind, so we didn't.

Since 1998, various family members have acquired Shih-Tzus, seduced as they were by Bandit's soft coat and effervescence. The most recent Shih-Tzu is Rudy, my sister-in-law's beloved pooch. He hates everyone on the planet except Johanna.

In memory of Bandit, Johanna sent a generous contribution to Shih-Tzu Ground Zero, also known as the Hinsdale Humane Society. She wrote:

The amazing thank you letter from the Hinsdale Humane Society was the only thank you note I've ever received that made me cry. According to their letter, part of it hand written, Bandit's memorial gift was responsible for vaccinations for 8 lab puppies so they could go to new homes, treatment for a respiratory infection in an older cat named Bailey so she could be adopted (you know that's why I fostered and eventually adopted my cat Jingle Belle. She had a respiratory infection I had to treat for 3 months and no one would take her.) Also a litter of 4 kittens were given their first set of shots. Even if they made it up, it was so powerful! Wow!!!

When I go, if anyone wants to send a memorial, it will go to the local Humane Society so other people can find the joy, the love and the companionship my precious Rudy has given me (even if he bites other people).

(When visiting Johanna, take bacon as a precaution. Just saying.)

It remains quiet around here.

We miss having a little buddy, but there is freedom in not worrying about who is available to go home and take Bandit out or give him a pill or rustle up a little Braunschweiger snack.

And every day is a little bit easier, a little less sad.

Mostly, we remember.

  

Memorial Day

Naperville Now forgot to take her camera to the Memorial Day Parade.

With the temperature at 96 degrees, I am having trouble remembering a good many things.

Mercifully, Charlie had his iPhone, so a few moments were saved for posterity.

(I am crazy about parades. And veterans. And classic cars, especially convertibles. And bands. And kids in bands. And babies. So, I think I covered what I like best, just not with a camera that does it really, really well.)

Thank you to our nation's service people, past and present.

From one of many of its grateful citizens.

Postcard 3

I am writing from the airport, using the Savannah Flies wifi.

Naperville Now generally likes to use her own salon wifi, so this is a first.

That's me, out there breaking boundaries and so on-the-go.

Internet access used to cost a small mound of money here, but I guess since they get to see you naked (and barefoot), they now hook you up for free.

As my sister-in-law observed on the way to the airport, there is little joy left in flying.

But there is free wifi. 

And there's a flip flop shop across from Gate 5 where I'm sitting, so I'm intrigued.

It will be good to be home, though I will miss seeing the exotic sights of Savannah. Any clue what this plant might be?

Spectacular. Even makes the parking meter look good.

Have a good weekend, everyone.

See you at the Memorial Day parade on Monday?

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(Naperville Now left her camera at home, so you must bear with her iPhonically.)

It's been a week, so my treat was to drive down to the marina and watch the sun set.

And a party was in progress.

Anyone who lives on the island may attend and partake in a low country shrimp boil and/or barbeque.

Did I mention there were cocktails?

So, a huge score for Naperville Now to be able to listen to live, quite-good music, stroll the marina and enjoy a Stella.

Kids were catching fiddler crabs and racing them by the marsh grasses. Boats zipped or sailed across the water.

And some folks (who apparently are from Connecticut) got to ride this perfect wave:

A guy admiring it at the same time as I said  it was a 1955 or '56 Continental Thunderbird.

Is there anything better than a red convertible?

Safe travels by land and sea to everyone this week.

Hiatus Postcard

I'd throw in that great 1950s graphic of the "We Are Off the Air," but this seems to be a better representation for Naperville Now's upcoming week:


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Every day in Savannah, GA, looks exactly like this, although with a little more sun sprinkled in.

Have a good week, everyone.

Don't forget the sunscreen.

Z is for Zach

It's not always easy to get one's arms around this thing called life.

For a 3-year-old, I think Zach is managing quite well.

Splendid tree courtesy of Naperville's Riverwalk.

Zach courtesy of Betsy and Dennis.

Naperville Now is participating in Miss Matlock's Alphabe-Thursday. More Z posts can be found here.

The Gardener

Clearly this meadow has an excellent landscaper.

I would've waded in for a closer shot, but I am already covered in poison ivy from weeding our stupid yard.

Gardening is dangerous.

But the views can be nice.

I am off to douse myself again in Tecnu Poison Ivy relief, apply bandaids to the affected areas (hand, neckage, who knows where else) and pray that this scourge stops spreading.

And try to remember: leaves of three, let it be.