The Queen Has Passed

With deep regret we inform our readers that Queenie, a long term foster adopted by her family, has crossed the Bridge to rule her subjects on the other side with an iron paw in a velvet mitt.


Often my traveling companion.

Here her mom shares memories of the Queen:
Queenie was an amazing and fascinating dog to live with; always fiesty, often challenging and very funny: just my kind of person- I suppose that's why we got along so well: I loved her for her behaviour, not in spite of it. She was the prime example of how attitude and what you project can take you far and gain respect.

"I'm only sleeping on the floor tonight so I can tell Santa what to put in my stocking."




She remains the only dog that our severely aggressive American Bulldog had any respect for whatsoever. Queenie had a unique relationship with him where he was literally putty in her hands. She was able to back him into a corner with his head down and turned away and hold him there with just a look when in reality he could have eaten her in a few seconds - he just never knew it because she was so good at what she did.

OK Queenie, I give in!

She also flirted with him unashamedly and he was very gentle with her. For all her attitude, the Queen was not a fighter and didn't retaliate on the occasions that another dog decided to call her bluff.

"Yes, you may bring me another cushion, thank you for asking."




When my Boxer boy would sleep on the sofa with his feet dangling, she would sneak up and bite his toes, she couldn't resist it and he'd just look down, see it was her, pull his feet up and resume the position - he knew she was no threat.

Just a few months ago, a client brought her two young Boxers for some training with small dogs. I invited her into the yard where Queenie was waiting and the client was reluctant, fearing that her two rambunctious dogs would flatten her in their excitement.

She had excellent taste in beer.


After much reassurance that they would not even touch her ( I explained that they would rush up but stop at least a foot from her) she let them loose. Sure enough Queenie didn't let me down, she raised her head, stood firm and those Boxers screeched to a halt and lowered their heads in front of her. Such was the power of the Queen.

We have so many wonderful photos of her, at some point I'll ask Angela to make a slideshow, but for now here are a few specials to remember Queenie at her finest.


Peel me some grapes, will you?

I miss her swagger and her stompy gait as she used to parade around the house and garden, most of all I miss the naughty twinkle in her eye."

Queenie was a one of a kind girl, and volunteers were fortunate to hear her tales of
adventure among the rabble she shared her world with.

Queenie waiting for her smoothie


Queenie, you always knew rank hath its privileges, and you made the most of yours.

Until the Big Dog calls us home, your memory will linger in the heart and mind of

The Frog Princess