I'm working on Part 3 and hope to post tomorrow!!! Thank all of you for the opportunity to post his story!
Swalker
a special tribute part 2
when he got old enough to go on daily walks my husband got up early every morning and took off with him in his red convertible.
my husband said he had found a good road that had very little traffic.
I'm working on Part 3 and hope to post tomorrow!!! Thank all of you for the opportunity to post his story!
Swalker
just to let all those who visit me... i will be moving april 15th..... so call to find me if you want to visit there...it is in waterloo....
It sounds like just what you need to do!!! I hope all goes smoothly during the move!
Swalker
a special tribute part 2
when he got old enough to go on daily walks my husband got up early every morning and took off with him in his red convertible.
my husband said he had found a good road that had very little traffic.
A Special Tribute Part 2
When he got old enough to go on daily walks my husband got up early every morning and took off with him in his red convertible. My husband said he had found a good road that had very little traffic. This went on for some time before I realized exactly how the walks went. My husband would stop at one end of the road and let K out and drive beside him until he was tired out. He would then climb back in the car and they would proceed to a fast food restaurant drive-thru. My husband would order several sausage biscuits and as the employees came to realize they were for K they soon started giving them to him free of charge. As a matter of fact they would give him a whole bag of different kinds of biscuits, ham and cheese, sausage and egg, etc. Of course, we would only allow him one so that we could manage his weight. We were never given that courtesy, only the dog!
My son used to roller-blade and they would sometimes go through the drive-thru window, until management finally became aware of it. All the employees had great fun with it while it lasted! There was nothing that those two didn’t do together. We lived on a lake and they would go jet-skiing together, boating, and swimming. As my son would often say to me, “What is a boy without a dog?” K was his closest friend and ally.
Almost everyone that knew K loved him. He had the type of personality that made everyone feel special. We kept him in a huge fenced in yard when we put him outside, but sometimes when friends would come over they would forget to close the gate and he would make his escape. The dogcatcher patrolled our area regularly and got to know him better than I would have liked. Instead of putting him in the back with the other prisoners, K would hop up in the front seat and ride around all day with this guy until they finally reached the prison (pound). The dogcatcher said he was great company and loved to have him along for the ride. The thing is, it cost me $50.00 every time for the guy to have K’s company.
If the dogcatcher didn’t get him, the mailman surely would. Yes, they were great friends, too. The mailman rode around in one of the small UPS looking mail trucks and K would ride around with him for hours. The mailman would take him to the post office and let him go in and hang out with all the other postal workers in the mailroom. Sometimes I would get a phone call and go pick him up or the mailman would bring him back home. He knew all our neighbors and most of the town way before I did.
Every summer we would spend lots of time outdoors, usually engaging in water sports on the lake or around the pool. We invited lots of guests over on the weekends and the first thing I would do is make an announcement for everyone to keep all valuables put away safely. I would include sunglasses, wallets, shoes and booze. It never failed that at least one person never listened. I could only apologize for the eaten designer sunglasses, shoes, and the drinks left unattended that were slurped out of! Some people would realize that alcohol kills germs and so they would just drink their poison as if nothing had happened. I’ve been told that a dog’s mouth is one of the cleanest in the world.
do you think that if a person was an elder that when he comes on these boards, he still thinks and acts like an elder??
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I have to applaud all those that left and are exposing so many injustices!!! That said, (you knew this was coming) with the elders that I know personally that have left...it seems hard for them to get over themselves. I can't quite put my finger on WHAT it is, but it comes out every now and then!!! Of course, I have to tell them they are reverting back to that "elder" thing and they move on!!!
Swalker (elder analyzer)
i must be in a bad mood the last couple weeks on this board.
i see people that a critical and mean.
yes i even do this, but only in self-defense and not proud of it either.
I would like to see everyone USE PARAGRAPHS...especially the long posts!!! When my eyes start crossing, I usually stop reading!
Swalker
a special tribute
on december 20, 2005, i lost someone very dear to me.
until now, i havent been able to speak of his death and its still almost too fresh and painful to write about even today.
a special tribute
on december 20, 2005, i lost someone very dear to me.
until now, i havent been able to speak of his death and its still almost too fresh and painful to write about even today.
Falling in love with it now.
That's what happens!!! Darn it!!!
My weimeriner has heartworms and most likely won't pull through. Very much a part of the family.
So sorry...I had a dog that had heartworms and she pulled through!!! We could not believe it!
Hope for the best,
Swalker
a special tribute
on december 20, 2005, i lost someone very dear to me.
until now, i havent been able to speak of his death and its still almost too fresh and painful to write about even today.
A Special Tribute
On December 20, 2005, I lost someone very dear to me. Until now, I haven’t been able to speak of his death and it’s still almost too fresh and painful to write about even today. I remember the first time I saw him and it was love at first sight. He came strutting across a beautiful lush green manicured lawn and decided he loved us as well. We sat there for a few minutes getting acquainted and not long thereafter we took our precious new member of the family home with us. I still remember looking at him in awe, marveling at the beauty of our new yellow puppy and I can still remember his sweet puppy breath. I held him close and with eyes closed enjoyed my first lick of his tongue across my face and giggled, together with my young son, delighted to have this creature join us in our life.
Yes, it was tough at first, as puppies are about as much trouble as a newborn human baby. You have to get up all hours of the night and they need constant attention and supervision. But as with all things, you reap bountifully if you’re willing to put the time and effort into anything.
I’ve had dogs before, but none that ever measured up to K. (For anonymity reasons, I’ll just use his first initial.) It may have been because of his pedigree or it may be that he was just one in a thousand! He came from a long line of champion show dogs. His grandfather was an international champion and was loaned out to the U.S. from England, to forever pass this lineage along and hopefully these bloodlines will never die out. England thank you so much in the role you played in bringing this creature into my life.
He seemed to know that he had royal blood from the very beginning. We didn’t plan on having a dog live inside the house with us. He changed that very quickly. He didn’t bark like most dogs, he used a mournful cry and that sad faced look to get his way. It wasn’t long before we forgot all about our resolve to keep him outside.
As he grew, he learned to open the front door and let himself in anytime he thought we had left him outside too long. It always reminded me of the Flintstone’s scene, where Fred would put the big cat outside every night and somehow Fred would end up outside banging on the door to get in. That has happened a few times to me. K would sit there looking through the glass and I would be trying to find the key to unlock to door.
He absolutely loved food. He would always look in the refrigerator with me as if helping to decide what we would cook. He wasn’t nearly as picky as most people I knew. He was grateful for anything you’d toss his way. There were a few things that he turned his nose up at, but I don’t blame him. He did not like any fat, so if you fixed him a steak, all the fat had to trimmed off. He turned his nose up at road-kill and thought all his many cousins (dogs) were out of their minds for even sniffing at horrible things like that. Come to think of it, he didn’t really consider himself a dog…he was a member of our family.
poor thing...now he's at rest - cousin lee.
i will always miss and love you.
i wish i could have helped you.
What a terrible tragedy!!! The world will surely feel the loss....
Swalker
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google earth?
there is somethng really strange near where i live and i don't know what it is...but i know what it isn't!
G Money...are you in Mx? I have friends in the Chapala area...been there a couple of times!!!
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