Beloved furbaby of Art and Gloria Hayes.
We searched and searched for a puppy. We went to numerous humane
societies, but found nothing. One day when we were reading the paper Art
found an ad about some puppies that were being given away. We had to
travel to some place just beyond Lowville, Pennsylvania near the New York border. When the farmer put her in my arms it was love at first sight.
The farmer told us that Nala's mother was a registered Samoyed and the
father was a Collie. He said, "When this puppy grows up I hope she's as
smart as her mother, because I've never seen such a smart dog." Nala was
one of the smartest dogs Art and I ever had. She was more humanlike than
you can imagine. She understood everything I told her to do. I couldn't
have asked for a better puppy to bring home. I had just watched the
movie Lion King and decided my puppy's name would be Nala. She was a
little frightened, but not as bad as some I've had. I can't even
remember if I had to have a clock in with her or a hot water bottle.
Whenever we came home late at night, I would hide in the garage until
Art let Nala out of the house. Of course she'd always find me.
She never bothered me when I hung clothes out on the clothesline.
I taught her to not go into our garden(which was very big). She would go
around the perimeter of it, but never in it. (Well, only when Cynthia
teased and teased her)
If I saw a woodchuck out in our backyard all I would have to say is,
"Look." She'd jump on the windowsill with her front paws and start
barking at it. I would tell her, "Shh" and whisper, "Be quiet." She
would stop barking and I'd let her out and she'd chase the woodchuck.
Sometimes she caught them. She was fast.
When she was in the porch and our kitchen door was shut we would yell,
"Jump" and Nala could jump high enough to look in the window on our
kitchen door. The grandkids loved to make her do this, because she
looked pretty funny peeking in.
She had four balls to play with on the porch. One I called her black
ball, which was a plastic bowling ball Cynthia found in the woods. She
would jump on this ball and it would make such a racket you'd have to go
see what she was doing. If you talked to her long enough she would pick
the ball up where the finger holes were. She had a tennis ball that she
liked to play with if you bounced it. She also had a jingle ball and an
EE ball that she knew by name. Whichever one I would ask her for….
that's the one she'd get. She really liked the EE ball especially if I'd
make it squeak. Cynthia reminded me that Nala used to do things like
visit them in the woods when they were hunting.
I taught her to stay, sit, lie down, play dead, roll over and to sit
pretty. I taught her to NOT CROSS THE ROAD. I was also teaching her to
take a can of beer to Art and she was doing well until Art decided he
didn't like beer cans that were slobbered on.
She always had her morning ritual of walking down the driveway, across
the front yard, up the south side of our house and then out back. If she
had to go to the bathroom at night she would bark(a specific bark) until
you woke up and let her out.
She loved people and knew every vehicle that family members drove. She
didn't like men in uniforms or white vans, but never ever bit anyone.
The last few weeks we had with Nala were terrible and tearful. I hand
fed her chicken, ham and gave her some water. The whole thing is
extremely sad for me. We probably should have let her go sooner, but it
was hard to let her go. :~(
She is why I can never have another dog. There would never be one that
could compare to her.
As I watch the rain come down and hear the thunder, I fondly remember
how Nala hated both of these things in her life.
Bio by Gloria Hayes
We searched and searched for a puppy. We went to numerous humane
societies, but found nothing. One day when we were reading the paper Art
found an ad about some puppies that were being given away. We had to
travel to some place just beyond Lowville, Pennsylvania near the New York border. When the farmer put her in my arms it was love at first sight.
The farmer told us that Nala's mother was a registered Samoyed and the
father was a Collie. He said, "When this puppy grows up I hope she's as
smart as her mother, because I've never seen such a smart dog." Nala was
one of the smartest dogs Art and I ever had. She was more humanlike than
you can imagine. She understood everything I told her to do. I couldn't
have asked for a better puppy to bring home. I had just watched the
movie Lion King and decided my puppy's name would be Nala. She was a
little frightened, but not as bad as some I've had. I can't even
remember if I had to have a clock in with her or a hot water bottle.
Whenever we came home late at night, I would hide in the garage until
Art let Nala out of the house. Of course she'd always find me.
She never bothered me when I hung clothes out on the clothesline.
I taught her to not go into our garden(which was very big). She would go
around the perimeter of it, but never in it. (Well, only when Cynthia
teased and teased her)
If I saw a woodchuck out in our backyard all I would have to say is,
"Look." She'd jump on the windowsill with her front paws and start
barking at it. I would tell her, "Shh" and whisper, "Be quiet." She
would stop barking and I'd let her out and she'd chase the woodchuck.
Sometimes she caught them. She was fast.
When she was in the porch and our kitchen door was shut we would yell,
"Jump" and Nala could jump high enough to look in the window on our
kitchen door. The grandkids loved to make her do this, because she
looked pretty funny peeking in.
She had four balls to play with on the porch. One I called her black
ball, which was a plastic bowling ball Cynthia found in the woods. She
would jump on this ball and it would make such a racket you'd have to go
see what she was doing. If you talked to her long enough she would pick
the ball up where the finger holes were. She had a tennis ball that she
liked to play with if you bounced it. She also had a jingle ball and an
EE ball that she knew by name. Whichever one I would ask her for….
that's the one she'd get. She really liked the EE ball especially if I'd
make it squeak. Cynthia reminded me that Nala used to do things like
visit them in the woods when they were hunting.
I taught her to stay, sit, lie down, play dead, roll over and to sit
pretty. I taught her to NOT CROSS THE ROAD. I was also teaching her to
take a can of beer to Art and she was doing well until Art decided he
didn't like beer cans that were slobbered on.
She always had her morning ritual of walking down the driveway, across
the front yard, up the south side of our house and then out back. If she
had to go to the bathroom at night she would bark(a specific bark) until
you woke up and let her out.
She loved people and knew every vehicle that family members drove. She
didn't like men in uniforms or white vans, but never ever bit anyone.
The last few weeks we had with Nala were terrible and tearful. I hand
fed her chicken, ham and gave her some water. The whole thing is
extremely sad for me. We probably should have let her go sooner, but it
was hard to let her go. :~(
She is why I can never have another dog. There would never be one that
could compare to her.
As I watch the rain come down and hear the thunder, I fondly remember
how Nala hated both of these things in her life.
Bio by Gloria Hayes
Beloved furbaby of Art and Gloria Hayes.
We searched and searched for a puppy. We went to numerous humane
societies, but found nothing. One day when we were reading the paper Art
found an ad about some puppies that were being given away. We had to
travel to some place just beyond Lowville, Pennsylvania near the New York border. When the farmer put her in my arms it was love at first sight.
The farmer told us that Nala's mother was a registered Samoyed and the
father was a Collie. He said, "When this puppy grows up I hope she's as
smart as her mother, because I've never seen such a smart dog." Nala was
one of the smartest dogs Art and I ever had. She was more humanlike than
you can imagine. She understood everything I told her to do. I couldn't
have asked for a better puppy to bring home. I had just watched the
movie Lion King and decided my puppy's name would be Nala. She was a
little frightened, but not as bad as some I've had. I can't even
remember if I had to have a clock in with her or a hot water bottle.
Whenever we came home late at night, I would hide in the garage until
Art let Nala out of the house. Of course she'd always find me.
She never bothered me when I hung clothes out on the clothesline.
I taught her to not go into our garden(which was very big). She would go
around the perimeter of it, but never in it. (Well, only when Cynthia
teased and teased her)
If I saw a woodchuck out in our backyard all I would have to say is,
"Look." She'd jump on the windowsill with her front paws and start
barking at it. I would tell her, "Shh" and whisper, "Be quiet." She
would stop barking and I'd let her out and she'd chase the woodchuck.
Sometimes she caught them. She was fast.
When she was in the porch and our kitchen door was shut we would yell,
"Jump" and Nala could jump high enough to look in the window on our
kitchen door. The grandkids loved to make her do this, because she
looked pretty funny peeking in.
She had four balls to play with on the porch. One I called her black
ball, which was a plastic bowling ball Cynthia found in the woods. She
would jump on this ball and it would make such a racket you'd have to go
see what she was doing. If you talked to her long enough she would pick
the ball up where the finger holes were. She had a tennis ball that she
liked to play with if you bounced it. She also had a jingle ball and an
EE ball that she knew by name. Whichever one I would ask her for….
that's the one she'd get. She really liked the EE ball especially if I'd
make it squeak. Cynthia reminded me that Nala used to do things like
visit them in the woods when they were hunting.
I taught her to stay, sit, lie down, play dead, roll over and to sit
pretty. I taught her to NOT CROSS THE ROAD. I was also teaching her to
take a can of beer to Art and she was doing well until Art decided he
didn't like beer cans that were slobbered on.
She always had her morning ritual of walking down the driveway, across
the front yard, up the south side of our house and then out back. If she
had to go to the bathroom at night she would bark(a specific bark) until
you woke up and let her out.
She loved people and knew every vehicle that family members drove. She
didn't like men in uniforms or white vans, but never ever bit anyone.
The last few weeks we had with Nala were terrible and tearful. I hand
fed her chicken, ham and gave her some water. The whole thing is
extremely sad for me. We probably should have let her go sooner, but it
was hard to let her go. :~(
She is why I can never have another dog. There would never be one that
could compare to her.
As I watch the rain come down and hear the thunder, I fondly remember
how Nala hated both of these things in her life.
Bio by Gloria Hayes
We searched and searched for a puppy. We went to numerous humane
societies, but found nothing. One day when we were reading the paper Art
found an ad about some puppies that were being given away. We had to
travel to some place just beyond Lowville, Pennsylvania near the New York border. When the farmer put her in my arms it was love at first sight.
The farmer told us that Nala's mother was a registered Samoyed and the
father was a Collie. He said, "When this puppy grows up I hope she's as
smart as her mother, because I've never seen such a smart dog." Nala was
one of the smartest dogs Art and I ever had. She was more humanlike than
you can imagine. She understood everything I told her to do. I couldn't
have asked for a better puppy to bring home. I had just watched the
movie Lion King and decided my puppy's name would be Nala. She was a
little frightened, but not as bad as some I've had. I can't even
remember if I had to have a clock in with her or a hot water bottle.
Whenever we came home late at night, I would hide in the garage until
Art let Nala out of the house. Of course she'd always find me.
She never bothered me when I hung clothes out on the clothesline.
I taught her to not go into our garden(which was very big). She would go
around the perimeter of it, but never in it. (Well, only when Cynthia
teased and teased her)
If I saw a woodchuck out in our backyard all I would have to say is,
"Look." She'd jump on the windowsill with her front paws and start
barking at it. I would tell her, "Shh" and whisper, "Be quiet." She
would stop barking and I'd let her out and she'd chase the woodchuck.
Sometimes she caught them. She was fast.
When she was in the porch and our kitchen door was shut we would yell,
"Jump" and Nala could jump high enough to look in the window on our
kitchen door. The grandkids loved to make her do this, because she
looked pretty funny peeking in.
She had four balls to play with on the porch. One I called her black
ball, which was a plastic bowling ball Cynthia found in the woods. She
would jump on this ball and it would make such a racket you'd have to go
see what she was doing. If you talked to her long enough she would pick
the ball up where the finger holes were. She had a tennis ball that she
liked to play with if you bounced it. She also had a jingle ball and an
EE ball that she knew by name. Whichever one I would ask her for….
that's the one she'd get. She really liked the EE ball especially if I'd
make it squeak. Cynthia reminded me that Nala used to do things like
visit them in the woods when they were hunting.
I taught her to stay, sit, lie down, play dead, roll over and to sit
pretty. I taught her to NOT CROSS THE ROAD. I was also teaching her to
take a can of beer to Art and she was doing well until Art decided he
didn't like beer cans that were slobbered on.
She always had her morning ritual of walking down the driveway, across
the front yard, up the south side of our house and then out back. If she
had to go to the bathroom at night she would bark(a specific bark) until
you woke up and let her out.
She loved people and knew every vehicle that family members drove. She
didn't like men in uniforms or white vans, but never ever bit anyone.
The last few weeks we had with Nala were terrible and tearful. I hand
fed her chicken, ham and gave her some water. The whole thing is
extremely sad for me. We probably should have let her go sooner, but it
was hard to let her go. :~(
She is why I can never have another dog. There would never be one that
could compare to her.
As I watch the rain come down and hear the thunder, I fondly remember
how Nala hated both of these things in her life.
Bio by Gloria Hayes
