strass
Well-Known Member
I'm working tonight and my wife just called me to tell me that my faithful companion for the last decade is gone. She found him lying peacefully in his favorite dogloo. He’d been dead for only a couple of hours.
I picked Rabies from a litter of 16 back in ’96. His grandpa was an AKC Champion and his father was showing at the time. Rabies was the most attentive and curious pup in his litter. Those traits never left him and he proved to be the dog I had always dreamed of. People thought I was insane when I actually registered him under the full name “Rabiesâ€. (If you got to know how loving he was, you’d get the irony.)
I got him to be a show dog, but an accident at 5 months old left his front toes messed up. When he was 2 yrs, someone fed him a brillow pad in hamburger to try to kill him so they could steal my lawnmower. Over the years he had several surgeries to correct the problems from that heartless act, but it seems that it finally got him.
Despite this, he was extremely happy and incredibly active. We lived alone for several years and used to jog together daily. I trained him to do a lot of fun tricks and he was always a well-behaved companion who was tolerant to a fault, obedient and loyal to the end.
He never saw a miniature horse until he was 7 years old. Still, the old dog learned some new tricks and became an ideal herd guardian. In particular, he was extremely fond of our stallion, Redi, and I got up several mornings to find the two of them sleeping curled up together.
Rabies and I went through a lot together. He was by my side as I suffered some of the most difficult parts of becoming a man (divorce, loss of family members, etc). Many times, he was all I had. Soon, I’ll have to find a new LGD to train, but I can’t take the thought of it right now.
Rest well, my perfect puppy…you were the best friend a man could ever hope for.
I picked Rabies from a litter of 16 back in ’96. His grandpa was an AKC Champion and his father was showing at the time. Rabies was the most attentive and curious pup in his litter. Those traits never left him and he proved to be the dog I had always dreamed of. People thought I was insane when I actually registered him under the full name “Rabiesâ€. (If you got to know how loving he was, you’d get the irony.)
I got him to be a show dog, but an accident at 5 months old left his front toes messed up. When he was 2 yrs, someone fed him a brillow pad in hamburger to try to kill him so they could steal my lawnmower. Over the years he had several surgeries to correct the problems from that heartless act, but it seems that it finally got him.
Despite this, he was extremely happy and incredibly active. We lived alone for several years and used to jog together daily. I trained him to do a lot of fun tricks and he was always a well-behaved companion who was tolerant to a fault, obedient and loyal to the end.
He never saw a miniature horse until he was 7 years old. Still, the old dog learned some new tricks and became an ideal herd guardian. In particular, he was extremely fond of our stallion, Redi, and I got up several mornings to find the two of them sleeping curled up together.
Rabies and I went through a lot together. He was by my side as I suffered some of the most difficult parts of becoming a man (divorce, loss of family members, etc). Many times, he was all I had. Soon, I’ll have to find a new LGD to train, but I can’t take the thought of it right now.
Rest well, my perfect puppy…you were the best friend a man could ever hope for.
