My year has been marked by the loss of my two favorite furballs: Boz and Gracie. But my year has also been marked by the exceptional, generous and heartfelt remarks, condolences, considerations and well wishes of many of you here on this blog. And for that I thank you. By global standards, my daily gifts are enviable, from simple things like fresh water, and a roof over my head, to the safety net of a giving community, to the love of my family and friends, to beauty of the island where I live.
My wish each day, is that I never take this for granted, that when I flip a switch, there is light, and I marvel; that when I pick up a phone, and say, “Good morning,” to my Mom a coast away, I thank my lucky stars; that when I hurt, I am consoled; that when I plant a seed, it grows; that when I tell a story, it may move a soul to laughter. My gratitude does not end there, for here on my blog, I feel the kindness of new and old friends through the wonder of technology and a little storytelling, and again, I sincerely thank you for that gift.
Merry Christmas, and Happy Holidays.
Tom
If I may leave you with my thank you in photos, and some of the things that bring me joy and will hopefully touch your heart or make you smile as well.
Each night, when I call it a night, I canvass the main floor for any lights left on or doors unlocked. I check the wood stove when needed, and the fireplace should embers be present. As I turn off the last light, on a feeble little switch by the mantel, I head upstairs to the unheated hinterlands, where my sleigh-bed chariot and down-comforter shield fend off the winter chills. Creaks and cracks signal my ascent, as Gracie joins the beat with a snare-drum vibe, courtesy of her bare nails on fir floors. But last night the old treads sighed under my weight, and my weight only; this time no four-legged virtuoso completed the beat. I wanted to call for Gracie like I had a hundred times before, “Come on Gracie, it’s bedtime,” but the silence punctuated the reality; Gracie was no longer with me. Even my house seemed to mourn her absence with an enveloping silence, and uncharacteristically somber mood that quieted all systems and souls within its walls.
I recall on some occasions, I would call Gracie to bed, and she would have none of it. Why leave a perfectly overstuffed chair for a cold room with a man who snores louder than she does. And then, about an hour later, she would vacate her throne, pressed to do so by my annoying practice of lowering the thermostat to 50 degrees at night. As she trundled up the stairs in her signature zig-zag climbing style, she’d pause on the landing to hack, cough, grunt, sneeze, snort and make other tried-and-true bulldog sounds. In most cases, I’d already be asleep, and Gracie would scratch the bed-frame to alert me that she needed to be lifted up and tucked in. In a sleepy stupor, I would roll out of bed pick up my fifty-pound foot-warmer, and see to her comfort and appropriate placement. In mere minutes we’d both be asleep, cuddled up and ready to dream about marrow bones, and macaroons, respectively.
The last several months have been tough. Gracie seemed to age overnight following the death of Boz. She was sad, I was sad; we sorely missed our bombastic little buddy. When I worked outside, she would follow me to the truck and then just sit there until I opened the door and lifted her in. She’d contently nap there for the rest of the day. I left the door ajar so she could leave at will, but it appeared sleeping shotgun in a parked truck was her preferred regimen in the absence of sofa-surfing with her main squeeze.
She started sleeping all day (as opposed to three-quarters of the day) and was not too interested in eating or drinking. Toward the end, I was hand feeding her, and just trying to make her comfortable. She was a scrappy girl, one who had won my heart about ten years ago when I adopted her at two. We had a very good run: a decade of joyful memories, relatively good health, and lots of love, field trips, and treats along the way. What a gift she was, and what a gift my memory of her is.
Goodnight Gracie, and give my love to Boz. May your new digs have a toasty hearth, bountiful butt rubs, and a bottomless bowl of treats.
Dressed poorly for the inclement weather (as is the norm), I dropped into Snapdragon Bakery to buck the chill with hot coffee, fresh pastry, and a fireside chat with some unsuspecting, non-morning person. Truth be told, I also had an ulterior motive. I could have dispensed with the caffeine, calories and camaraderie, and still been warmed by the whimsy, beauty and imagination manifested in the cafe’s December gallery show, Fable.
Initially, I raised an eyebrow when I heard the show centered around felted animals. My lesser self, wrongly imagined rows of wooly forms of beanie babies or tableaus of beds buckling under the weight of pastel, stuffed animals. When I heard felting, I saw dryer lint. (Bad Tom, bad.) What I witnessed instead was a cast of fantastic, soulful characters perched on old mossy split logs, ready to share their stories, or in this case their fables —each one brought to life by gifted hands and fanciful fiber.
Artist Monica Gripman surprised and delighted us all with her detailed and dandy creatures, sporting fashions reserved for royalty, Edwardians, sultans, ballerinas, and a pirate or two. When Monica told me her artful journey began when she picked up a felting kit at the island pharmacy, my mouth pretty much dropped. Her lush creations belie any hobby-kit heritage, for each character seems fashioned to tease our imagination and put our own wardrobe to shame. Critter couture never looked so good.
The show is up through the end of December; should you need a good dose of delight, I recommend you drop by to spin your own tales with these lovely creatures, and also warm up a bit with coffee, croissants and conversation.
Bruised by the inescapable 24-hour news cycle of Black Friday, and images of folks fighting over vegetable steamers and life-size teddy bears, I feel it my civic duty to share Seattle’s best-kept secret for a humane, enjoyable, fun, and engaging holiday shopping experience (with no need for fistacuffs): Vashon Island Art Studio Tour . Seriously, if you want a holiday shopping excursion that harkens back to a kinder, gentler time, look no further.
For the first two weekends in December, Vashon artists open their studios and offer their paintings, jewelry, prints, ceramics and sculptures to the public. It’s a combo platter of holiday shopping, slowing down, and having fun. You leave the craziness of the mall and the city, and hop a Washington State Ferry to slowville. Trust me, island time is a real thing and just what the doctor ordered this time of year. Pack a little patience and a GPS, and head for the Heart of Puget Sound: Vashon Island.
In land mass, Vashon Island is 37 square miles, just slightly larger than Manhattan (just sayin’), and you can’t toss a mushroom cap or unicorn horn without hitting an artist. It’s one of the things I love about Vashon, and with the Vashon Island Art Studio Tour you get meet some of the kindest, most creative and talented people on the island, and they get to meet people who appreciate art, and want to support and nurture the effort and talent.
Think of the Vashon Island Art Studio Tour as a little treasure map to the island. Peruse the listings, find the artists or arts you’re interested in, and set a course for rural discovery and convivial shopping. Vashon Island is one picturesque place, and a day of getting lost in its beauty and magic will do you good.
The photos below are favorites from the Vashon Island Art Studio Tour, past and present. Oh and did I mention, it’s okay to buy gifts for yourself.
Isola – dinner, local, fresh, creative small plates and worthy meatballs.
May Kitchen – Thai cuisine, an island favorite, reservations needed, dinner only.
Red Bicycle Bistro – Good pub grub, burgers, sushi bar and best cobb salad on the island, great live music on weekends
Snapdragon Bakery and Cafe: Vegetarian cuisine and wonderful bakery, Megan and Adam’s Valentine to Vashon, love them and their establishment. God bless them for buttery croissants, raspberry mazurkas, and root beer on tap.
Sporty’s – pancakes the size of your head and a spot without pretense.
The Hardware Store Restaurant – Vashon’s livingroom, great good food as they like to say. Good place to people watch and sit at the bar.
Rock Island Pub and Pizza – Good pizza, great sandwiches and fine salads, and the best-kept secret bar on Vashon, a little room the size of a walk-in closet.
The Vashon Island Coffee Roasterie and Minglement – Vashon’s front porch and local coffee klatch, great coffee, teas, snacks, pie, live music on occasion, and a really great place to just hang out and immerse yourself in the island vibe.
Vashon Island Baking Company – Sam is another talented baker and her shop is a great stop to help fuel your retail inclinations. Her quiche lorraine is a favorite of mine, as is her chocolate chip cookie.
Vashon Tea Shop – Boo’s shop is a friendly spot next to the Vashon Bookshop. Wonderful tea options.
Zamorana – Jorge and Effie bring the rich and spicy flavors of Mexico to the island. I love everything they make.
Zombies – Not just any old burger joint, Zombie’s uses high quality ingredients and the owner is one creative chef.
Herban Bloom -Owner BJ Duft of Herban Feast has created a gorgeous flower shop specializing in home and garden decor. (I sell flowers here in the summer.)
Heron’s Nest Gallery – Vashon Artists bring the best here, sponsored by Vashon Allied Arts.
Kronos – Claudia, her daughter Eugenia and faithful companion Perseus (poodle extraordinaire) run a shop that never fails to delight me.
Hinge Gallery – New to the island, Brent and Holly add a wonderful presence to our main shopping area, from stellar frame shop, to a gallery, to wonderfully unique gifts and art books.
The President of Me – Owner, designer, Rebecca Wittman’s one-of-kind clothing store.
Treasure Island – Marci has a keen eye for finding the unique and the vintage.
Vashon Bookshop – Vashon’s reading room; we love the Vashon Bookshop!
Vashon Pharmacy – Sure you can pick up some aspirin, but you’ll also find an amazing inventory of trinkets and gifts.
How to Get to Vashon Island
No bridges here, Vashon Island is accessible only by water and a Washington State Ferry. You have three mainland-to-Vashon dock options: West Seattle’s Fauntleroy, Tacoma’s Point Defiance, and the Kitsap Peninsula’s Southworth.
Dahlias are born performers, no shrinking violets they. If Ethel Merman was a flower, she’d have been a dahlia, belting, upstaging, and headlining in every corner of the garden —a bold, brassy, broad-of-a-bloomer that lives out-loud unapologetically and center stage. And like Broadway babes, no two dahlias are alike. So sit back, relax and watch a performance of my favorite dahlias, and be forewarned; there is no intermission from first bloom to first frost.
Favorite Dahlias: Making the Cut
vigorous growers
prolific bloomers
beautiful flowers
exceptional color
sturdy (and long) stems
sturdy petal structure
long-lasting cut flowers
Full Dahlia Disclosure: I grow a lot of dahlias for cut flower production and these are but of few of my favorites. The trouble is my intentions to write down names and varieties, and keep better records far exceeds the reality of my follow through. I usually tell myself, “Oh I can remember this variety.” Two months later, I’m scratching my head pondering a plant’s name. I promise to do better this upcoming growing season, and share my findings with you; but for now, this list should keep you dreaming through the cold winter months of the blooms to come.
So tell me, what are some of your favorite dahlias for a cutting garden?
My friend Crystal once dubbed me the “Dahlia Whisperer” after spotting me in my front flower field. And while I basked in the glory of her kindly title and her stealthy skills as island paparazzo, I hated to tell her I was really more of a dahlia waterer. Every evening and by hand, I would water, and water, and water long rows of plants—definitely a silly option for a one-man, two-dog operation. So I came up with a smarter, easier, more cost-effective way to water my flower fields. Because I’m on a shared water district, I wanted to use the least amount of water possible for optimal cut flower production. Using this method, I cut my water usage by more than half during the summer months.
Weeding and watering are the two biggest challenges I face in growing cut flowers. This year my solution was simple and relatively inexpensive; I unrolled a greenhouse weed barrier for the pathways and left an 18-inch row for planting crops north to south.
I then created a furrow, where I would place a drip or soaker hose running the length of the row.
Because the rows were 45 feet long, and the hoses, 50 feet, I would just loop them back at the row end, and create a loop. There is a stopper cap on each end of the soaker hose, but you can connect the hoses if you wish for longer rows.
The real secret to this system (which I will cover in more detail shortly) is using quick connector brass couplers and a shut-off valve at the end of the main hose or water source. Adjusting the shut-off valve allows less water to pass through the drip hose, which reduces pressure, and results in a slow watering and a deep reach—all courtesy of the steady droplets.
With quick couplers, I attach or remove the garden hose to the drip hose with a simple click of the coupler, no threading or unthreading necessary. After a half an hour, I detach the garden hose from the drip hose with one push of the thumb and reattach it to the next drip hose one row away.
A better way to water with a soaker hose
Why use a soaker hose?
Uses less water than hand-watering and sprinklers
Saves time.
Promotes deeper root growth and stronger plants
Can be used with a timer.
Keeps water off of leaves and flowers, lessening mold, mildew and fungus occurrences
Easy to manage and use
Inexpensive to set up
No special equipment, parts easily found at hardware store
Disappears into the landscape
Long-lasting materials
Important distinction: do not use a “sprinkler” hose. Its larger surface pores allow too much water to pass through in the first ten feet or so, and as a result the water rarely reaches the far end of the hose. And also, for durability and longevity, I prefer brass fittings and couplers to those made of plastic.
What you will need
Soaker or drip garden hose
Brass quick-connection couplers
Brass shut-off valve
How to use a soaker hose, valve, and couplers
Unroll soaker hose and let it sit in the sun to soften and uncoil.
Place the hose around or near the plants or on the area you wish to water.
The open soaker hose end should be easy to find and reach, visible to the gardener when needed.
Thread and tighten the shut-off valve to the water hose.
Thread and tighten the female couple to the shut-off valve.
Thread and tighten the male coupler to the soaker hose.
Connect the two couplers by pushing back the spring ring on the female coupler.
Turn on water and adjust shut-off valve so pressure is low.
Pressure is low enough when droplets form on the hose and roll off the soaker hose drop by drop.
Usually the valve makes a hissing sound when the low flow has been reached.
It may take a few minutes for the water pressure to equalize and reach the capped end of the soaker hose.
Normal water pressure is too high for soaker hoses and the water escapes too quickly and doesn’t soak in, creating runoff, pooling, and waste. So go slow and low—drip, drip, drip…
How long to water
Length of watering depends on soil structure, size of plants, weather conditions and outside temperature.
Take a small hand shovel or trowel and dig down to see how far the moisture has reached.
As a rule of thumb, five to six inches of wet soil is a good minimal goal.
I usually water each row between 30 minutes to an hour once a week.
Should the days be especially hot I water any time I see wilting leaves in the midday sun.
I water in the evening so the plants have a night of soaking it in and up the stems and leaves before the next day of sunshine.
How to winterize (update)
You can leave the soaker hoses in place, as they have permeable walls and the moisture can escape.
Garden hoses (bringing the water to the soaker hose) are best removed, drained, and stored for the winter, as trapped water can freeze, expand and split the hose structure and outer membrane.
I remove my soaker hoses in the places that will require spring cultivation or tilling.
Simply remove soaker hose and place somewhere out of the way like under the eaves of the house, or by a garage or along a fenceline.
The key is to keep the hose straight and uncoiled if left outside to be stored. I’ve found overwintering the hose as a coil can cause permanent crimps and cracks in the hose.
If the hose goes into a heated area, coiling should be okay.
There are milestones and then, there are MILESTONES, and this week my friend Nina celebrated the latter—her 100th birthday! Yes, a century of awesomeness for our beloved Nina—esteemed islander, dear friend, kind stranger and generous heart that she is. At Nina’s standing-room-only birthday soiree, I resisted asking her the obvious question of “What’s your secret?” Instead, I asked others their thoughts on the subject. What does keep Nina so young? The easy answer is Nina is delightful with a capital “D,” and flawless on all levels. While I can only boast knowing her one decade out of ten, I still feel quite qualified in making such a pronouncement.
Mutual friend Karin suggested Nina’s indomitably positive attitude comes from not concluding, that is, Nina is in the moment; she finds joy and interest in each person and situation, and makes no quick judgement. Where many folks are closed and staid in their measures, Nina sees the possibilities or at least the other side of the conversation.
I first met Nina, as one of the “Three Carrots,” a trio of neighborly artists, keen on enjoying and sharing their love of sketching, painting, conversation and camaraderie. Most Thursday afternoons in the home of equally awesome friend (and neighbor) Phoebe, friends Nina, Phoebe and Karin would set up their art studio around the kitchen table. And should they be at a loss as to what to paint, an artfully arranged bunch of carrots would be elevated from potential side dish to still-life darling, and so their moniker was born. I always seemed to drop in around teatime, so as not to interrupt the painting process (or so that was my excuse). Their welcome was a warming as the spot of tea provided, and as delicious as any buttered scone. I loved my role as approved interloper, wading into a confluence of kinship, conversation, crumbles and steaming brew. When I’d returned home, walking up my gravel drive, I felt fortunate not necessarily to be the fourth carrot, but to always have a spot in the produce bin.
So if I had to sum up my little ramblings today, I’d offer this insight on my friend and the other fine souls who share such esteemed elder status: everyone has a story. We may see gray hair and smile lines, but beneath the surface beats the heart of a champion of life, someone who has fought the fight, worked, loved, sacrificed, bereaved, won and lost, failed and succeeded. Be kind and look deep into their eyes and hearts, and learn from a life well lived.
While my orchard harvests are not ready for prime time availability and farmstand sales, I do like to share my findings in what I think are some of the best apples I grow. And by best apples, I mean, tree varieties that aren’t too fussy and grow fruit of exceptional quality and flavor. While an apple tree takes several years to establish itself and begin to produce fruit, I’m confident the following varieties are winners both in vigor, taste and culinary use. There are so many really great apples to grow, do a little research for your growing zone, dig a big hole and plant yourself firmly in growing something special. And if space is an issue, plant trees with a dwarfing root stock. I have plenty more apples where these came from, so stay tuned as other varieties prove themselves in my Pacific Northwest orchard. I’ll happily share my findings, in the name of apple lovers everywhere. And please know, there are hundreds of great apples to grow; so I’d love to hear about your favorite apple cultivars.
Best Apples in My Orchard…and in My Opinion
Belle de Boskoop apple: I would have planted this tree merely for its name (pronounced Bell-da-boss-k0e), but lucky for me it’s an all-around great apple with lots of personality. Wonderfully tart, the flavor is unique as if you spritzed lemon juice on it. Belle de Boskoop bakes and cooks well, and is perfect for chunky applesauce, sturdy pies, bubbling crisps, and juicy grunts. In my orchard the tree produces biennially, that is bumper crops one year and little to no fruit the following year. It’s such a delicious, spritely, all-purpose apple that I have no trouble accepting that. The Belle de Boskoop skin brings on a beautiful rosy blush when ripe.
Bramley’s Seedling apple is hands down one of my favorite baking apples. It’s a tree that says, Stand back, I’m ready to grow some great cooking apples and plenty of them.” (Yes, I speak apple.) Such a very heavy producer, Bramley’s Seedling usually requires support stakes to keep the overloaded limbs from breaking. Apples are big, firm, crisp and flavorful–spirited for sure, and perfect for cooking or eating fresh though on the uber-tart side when first picked. My tree has proven to be a biennial producer, but again, the apples are so good, I can indeed live with that.
Calville Blanc tastes as good as it sounds. A French heirloom apple dating back to the sixteenth century, Calville Blanc has proven itself as a truly exceptional apple blessed with every attribute you’d want in an apple: it’s sweet, spicy, flavorful, and good in the kitchen and on the table. If that’s not enough for you, this apple contains more Vitamin C than an orange. In my orchard, I’ve found it to be healthy and productive, but in drought years like 2015, Calville Blanc really suffered and produced smallish fruit of lesser quality. So watering is important with this one.
After reading that Esopus Spitzenberg was the preferred apple of Thomas Jefferson, I sought the cultivar out and planted it faster than I could say or spell, “Monticello.” Trees of Antiquity nursery describes the apple glowingly. “Unexcelled in flavor or quality, the fruit is great off the tree, but flavor radically improves in storage. Medium apple with crisp, yellow skin covered with inconspicuous red stripes and russet freckles. Flesh is tinged yellow, firm, aromatic, and complex in flavor; a perfect balance between sharp and sweet. ” I wholeheartedly agree. It took my tree a couple years to get established, and while many sources cite Esopus Spitzenberg apple trees are susceptible to a number of diseases, I have not found that to be the case in my Puget Sound orchard (knock on apple wood).
Hudson’s Gem originally hails from Oregon, a chance discovery in 1931. Purported to be the largest russeted apple, the fruit is everything an apple should be: crunchy, juicy, sweet, and satisfying. The disease-resistant tree is vigorous, and insects seem to stay away from the curry-colored beauty.
Jonagold is an amazingly good all-purpose apple. In fact, if I could only plant a couple apple trees, Jonagold would top the list. As a cross between a Gold Delicious and Jonathan, it brings a lot of flavor to the table. . Fresh eating or all-purpose, this apple is juicy and super sweet but finishes off with a very nice tartness. The vigorous tree is a heavy and consistent producer of medium to large apples each year.
Karmijn de Sonnaville enjoys a Jekyll – Hyde personality, currying interest (and favor) as being both sweet and tart. In fact, at Washington State University taste-test trials, the apple was rated as both the sweetest and tartest tasting apple out of a 100 cultivars. A good keeper, the apple changes personality as it ripens in cold storage, mellowing to further sweetness while remaining crisp. My Karmijn seems to be a bit of a biennial producer, but grows well in a cool climate like in its homeland, The Netherlands, and in my homeland, the Puget Sound Basin of Washington State. If that’s not enough, Karmijn keeps well on the tree and in cold storage.
Liberty apple: I joke, “Give me Liberty or give me pests!” as this delicious sweet-tart snacking gem is wonderfully disease resitant, making the Liberty apple a fuss-free choice for the home and organic gardener. Known for its reliability and excellent quality, the Liberty shines on all levels and performs well in our cool climate. If not thinned the apples are small, but like I said, this makes them a perfect snack size. I’ve found drought conditions are no friend to the Liberty apple; this year mine were the size of crabapples, but still delicious.
Melrose apple: I only planted Melrose a couple years ago, and it’s already one of my favorite apples. Dripping with juice and bright flavor, the crisp apples grow quite large and are perfect for fresh eating and baking. Introduced in 1944 from Ohio State University (and now Ohio’s official state apple), Melrose won kudos for exceptional flavor, but never took off commercially as consumers preferred prettier apples. Big mistake. This is a really great apple (a cross between the Red Delicious and Jonathan), which deserves to be more widely available. Plant one, you won’t regret it.
York apple, a.k.a. York Imperial,is one of those apples that tastes like it should have a long history, and it does. With roots that run deep both literally and figuratively, the York apple was discovered in 1830 in York, Pennsylvania. Not overly sweet, York yields a subtle flavor and appealing, extra-firm texture. It’s an apple I could eat everyday. In addition, York is a superior baking apple, good-keeper and tree of exceptional vigor and productivity.
Related links
Apple Tree Nurseries
I’ve ordered from all of these with complete satisfaction.
Burnt Ridge Nursery: “…offering many different disease resistant apples on a variety of rootstocks.”
Fedco Nursery: a great source for heirloom apples, available mail order
Grandpa’s Orchard: “…allowing the backyard fruit grower to order online and purchase the most proven disease resistant, antique, heritage, unique, and common bareroot fruit tree varieties on dwarf, semi-dwarf, semi-standard and standard rootstocks.”
One Green World: “…a family-owned nursery now located in Portland. Our plants are grown by Northwoods Nursery, our mother company, on our 66 acre farm in Oregon’s fertile Willamette Valley.”
Trees of Antiquity: “…growing and shipping organic fruit trees across the country for over 30 years”
I wanted to take a moment to thank everyone for the kind notes, cards, comments, well wishes and condolences regarding the loss of my four-legged friend, Boz. While Gracie and I are faring well, we still sorely miss the farm’s Master and Commander. So please accept these flowers from my gardens, fields and heart as a small token of my appreciation for your kindness and gracious words. I feel blessed to be able to share their beauty, and I only wish these petals and stems could be in a vase on your kitchen table. Again, thank you my friends.
In terms of landmass, Vashon Island (37 sq. mi.) is about the size of Manhattan (34 sq. mi.). The north-end ferry connects Seattle, while the south-end ferry unites us with Tacoma. As slow as the car drives along the I-5 corridor that connects these two cities, the trek seems an interminable exercise in commuting. That said, I believe I’ve now made my case for just how big Vashon Island is.
So when my friend BJ called to tell me his dogs Phoebe and Tillie had escaped the fenced confines of his acreage, my heart sank. You see, Phoebe is a Basset Hound and Tillie a retriever-setter mix, and their middles names are “Breakout” and “Explore” respectively. While Tillie would be complacent to stay home, and chase tennis balls, Phoebe has a nose and the will to sniff out any good or bad smell between her paws and Portland. She is the Houdini of Basset Hounds. If she had thumbs and a credit card, I’m sure she would carry a blowtorch and buy ferry tickets. Tillie is her devoted companion; wherever Phoebe goes, Tillie follows.
Because BJ is not on Facebook, he asked if I would help get the word out on the island through social media. We also contacted Vashon Island Pet Protectors (VIPP), an exemplary nonprofit on the island, where volunteers do more for pets, whether lost, abandoned, fostered, or ailing, then any animal advocate group I’ve ever come across.
As the hours and then, days progressed, the search continued, but just a few sightings surfaced. There was an encounter near Old Mill Road, a sighting by Judd Creek, and call in from Reddings Beach. One person commented that when she saw the gamboling duo, they looked as if they knew where they were going, so she didn’t think they were lost.
Almost a week went by, and islanders involved in the search and the saga seemed resigned to that fact that this was not looking good for our beloved Phoebe and Tillie. Amy Carey, VIPP volunteer extraordinaire, had been through scenarios like this before, and felt the two were likely trapped, maybe in shed, or a barn, or ravine or even worse, an abandoned well. There was a collective sadness; anywhere I went on the island, folks would ask if I had any good news. The look on my face was answer enough. Later, I sat at home holding a reluctant Gracie, and not wishing the likely outcome on anyone, especially my dear friend BJ.
Then, we got a message from Amy that one of our wayward island explorers may have been spotted. She made a beeline to the area, and let us know that Phoebe and Tillie had been found, and apparently there was quite a story to tell. I believe our cheers of joy could be heard across the Sound. Amy posted the following recount and photos on the VIPP Facebook page where we could all read and be amazed by this story with a surprise happy ending.
In Amy’s words:
MISSING DOGS FOUND!!! HOORAY FOR TILLIE…and a HUGE HANKIE ALERT.
We are overjoyed to report that after being missing for a week, Tillie and Phoebe are now safe after being found deep in a ravine off Monument Road – with Phoebe being stuck in an old cistern. VIPP volunteers have been helping search for the dogs and today we received a call from a community member reporting that for the past few days a “reddish” dog had been coming up to them when they were out on their property and then promptly heading back into a ravine. So with a needle-in-the-haystack hope, we made our way into the ravine, and after a bit of searching, finally heard that sweet sound we have been waiting for all week — a small one-woof response when we called out “Tillie.”
A few minutes later we found her laying beside an old cistern with her head resting on the concrete wall. Heart sinking…we knew that meant Phoebe was inside the cistern and every breath was held and every doggie prayer offered that the peek over the rim would somehow find her safe. And gratefully… this time we have a happy ending with dear Phoebe found perched on some concrete rubble that held her out of the water. For nearly a week Tillie stayed by her side with the exception of the few minutes of each day when she went for help. A huge thanks to Joe Curiel for realizing something was up and a round of applause to the awesome and amazing Miss Tillie. A true friend and a humbling example of the power of love.
Tillie and Phoebe are now home, rested, fed and happy, as if nothing happened; but their safe return was thanks to the many engaged eyes, ears and hearts on the island, the super-sleuthing of VIPP volunteers, and the dogged efforts of Amy. Thank you all. And last but not least, Tillie and Phoebe will be getting new presents shortly: GPS Collars from PetTracker.com. Another great resource for lost dogs is lostmydoggie.com, which for a fee, depending on coverage, will set up robocalls to your neighbors and in your zipcode, detailing the lost pet information.
Update: Phoebe and Tillie send their love and appreciation!
And here’s a news clip of an interview with their owner, BJ, and the dogs in tow.