Tribute to the dogs

[Doe]

In the last month I have read alot of heart wrenching threads about some of you loosing your buddies. Anglo's story put many tears in many eyes, pets are such a bitter-sweet part our lives. I did alot of backtracking thru old threads, and found even more stories of loss.
Now that those stories are posted, how bout some new posts!!! Funny things your dogs have done.....BAD things, just plain out cool things.....bit of a tribute to keep those memories fresh, and to share them with those of us who shared in your sorrow.....get some smiles goin:mrgreen::mrgreen::mrgreen::mrgreen::mrgreen:

Whos gonna go first?????

[mijinkal]

My old dog Domino, used to pull me on my rollerbades around the block since I was a young teenager up until this past September. He'd pull me as fast as he could for about 2km almost every day. He was one of the most fit and muscular dogs I've seen. Every day, I'd come home and he'd run up to me wagging his tail and jump all over his harness and follow me around until I took him out.
When I met my wife, we would hold hands and he would pull us together. He pulled both of us when she was pregnant as well. We took a few tumbles but my wife eventually learned how to handle him.
He pulled my little girl with me when she was a tiny baby in a jogging stroller. I even took my daughter out for her first run with him when she was 2 days old.
Now my daughter's 7 and my boy's 5 and he would pull all of us together around the block. I would hold hands with my daughter while both of us were on our rollerblades and my son would ride on my back. Even at his old age, he could still pull a family behind him.
He left us this fall and I didn't even get a chance to say goodbye. I would love to go for one more ride on the rollerblades with him.

[Ozone]

One time well out hunting I had got a big buck and dragged it down to the waters edge as we were hunting from the sailboat for a few days. We went back and sat back down in the same spot as there were many deer about and Ozone (my tennis ball retreiving lab) quickly nodded off. A doe started to walk towards me and was about 3ft from me when Ozone started snorring and the doe quickly bounded off. She was never really a hunting dog, but always up for a hunt.

Rest in Peace my Girl
Ozone March 19/97 - April 30/09

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[LYKTOHUNT]

I had a black lab that chewed through the wall in the basement stairwell so it could get up stairs and lay on the new couch the old couch in the basement was not good enough

[Clint_S]

Here's a standing tribute I have to one of my best dogs.

http://www3.telus.net/airedales/Timber-eulogy.htm

[Marc]

I still remember my old boy first retrieve, he was just 11 months old, It was a foggy morning and I misidentified a merganser but he didn't care what it was he went out to retrieve it. He went out and retrieved it and was on his way back when I turned my back and started walking back to the blind. Well we get back to the blind and I turn to the dog to get the bird but he didn't have it anymore. :confused: I went back and looked around but couldn't find it. How hard can it be to see a white duck? Never found it so I figured I hadn't killed it and that it got away somewhere. After looking for some time and making a good effort to try and dispatch the bird I headed back to the blind empty handed.

http://www.huntingbc.ca/photos/data/500/medium/3nash_opening_day_2.jpg

The next time I manage a double on black ducks, I carried one and the dog the other, not paying attention to the dog as there were other birds in the air, we get back to the blind and I look over to the dog and no duck again. This time there was mud from his nose to his eyeballs. So I back track and sure enough here is is the duck buried in the mud with the only thing left showing was it's red legs. I guess he wanted to save that one for later.

http://www.huntingbc.ca/photos/data/500/3Marc_Nash_Oct8_2001.jpg

Another time in the summer, we went swimming in a river to try and avoid the heat of the day. Well anytime I went over my head in the water Nash would swim out and grab my arm and drag me to the shore. I tried placing my hand on his chest underwater to prevent him from getting close to me but he just put his head underwater and grab my arm. If I tried to pull my arm out of his mouth he would just grab on harder. I guess he figured I was drowning or shouldn't be out there.

When ever we took him into the vet for his annual check up and they took out the kennel cough nose syringe he would tuck his snout into my armpit. They ended up not giving it to him for his last 2 or 3 years as he would put up such a fuss. Hard to believe that they can remember that event that only happens once a year.

He had an incredible nose and was a a dog any hunter would be proud off. When he was around two we were hunting a ducks unlimited marsh in Nova Scotia and the dog was retrieving everything we knocked down, we had one winged goose he chased across the pond, the goose though it would be safer on land and in the catails until the dog went in there after him and out comes the goose screaming from the cat tails with the dog in tow. We had another group of hunters watching the dog and at the end of the day one of the guys offered me $2000 for the dog, I told him sorry he's not for sale for any price but thank you for complimenting the dog.

The only training that he was lacking was from the lack of knowledge I had at that time. To me he was bringing back the birds and that's what I wanted and expected of him so he was doing everything I trained him to do. He was diagnosed at 2 years of age with hip dysplasia. We received a replacement dog that my wife picked out that ended up being a dud as far as hunting goes. Even with hip dysplasia Nash had a good life of hunting up to the age of 8 when I retired him to a pet / couch potato.

Here is a picture of the last time he went hunting with me at the age of 8. I took him along as backup in case we managed a few birds on the water at once. He made one retrieve that ended up being about 300 yards out as the duck fell in an outflow of a river and was headed to sea. You could barely make out the dog after a while but he came back with the duck in his mouth. Even though we had two dogs with us that day Nash ended up making all the retrieves as the other dog was unsure of the river and wasn't sure what he was supposed to be looking for. It was kind of a bitter sweet ending of his hunting career, here was an 8 year old dog showing up a 3 year old.

http://www.huntingbc.ca/photos/data/500/Marc_Jamie_Standing.jpg

http://www.huntingbc.ca/photos/data/500/Marc_Mallard.jpg
He had another 4 good years as a house pet and was Marshall's best buddy & play partner for the first year or so we had him.



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http://www.huntingbc.ca/photos/data/500/Nash_Marshall_cuddling.JPG

It's been just shy of 9 months since we had to have him put down, he's still in our hearts and memories. I can still rememeber the morning we picked him out of the litter at the kennel. He'll be greatly missed.

http://www.huntingbc.ca/photos/data/500/3nash.jpg

[Conrad74]

After a brief but highly debilitating battle with a yet unknown brain condition we were forced to have our companion of 3.5 years put down at 1:30 am at the langley emergency clinic. It was probably the worst day of my life and we miss him greatly

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