I’ll never forget the first day we got him.
He was barely 8 weeks old ….... such a tiny thing
He fell asleep in my arms on the way home so I laid down on the couch with him lying on my chest.
He snuggled up to my neck while making little squeaky sounds and fell back asleep for about two hours.
I was stuck there, thinking about our future with this little puppy while it slept without a care in the world.
It would be the start of one hell of a great friendship and a long tradition,
...... nap time on pop.
His dad, Bear was a big Alpha dog with a full lion’s mane so we knew he was going to be big.
We had no idea….. at 135 lbs. he was a lot bigger than his dad.
Hunter and Jack – 6/ 2011
Now, because of his size he wasn’t exactly jobsite dog material, not to mention his tendency to explore.
and he wasn’t that comfortable hanging out in the noisy shop with plywood flying overhead.
But every dog has their place and a job to do….... Jack was my therapy dog.
KC, Abbey and Hunter, my other retrievers were great dogs too but there was something about Jack.
I’d come home from the jobsite, run in the office to chisel at the never ending pile of paperwork,
work on the house To Do list, run, run, run until I’m out of day light but I still want to do more.
And all of a sudden I have 135 lbs. of fur, demanding my undivided attention and pinning me down to the couch.
Did I mention he loves tennis balls?
He liked to carry three but I’ve seen him carry as many as six at a time.
He was also my daily aerobics instructor.
We wrestled on the floor and played tug o war almost every night.
Talk about a workout….. try this for 30 minutes.
Jack also made sure we spent plenty of time outdoors at our park by the lake.
Here you can see our community butterfly garden.
a small memorial to our furry kids, Sammy, KC, Abbey and Jack
We walk here just about everyday.
We’re alone most of the time so the dogs are free to run.
.... and swim
in progress – to be cont’d.
This was supposed to be my first attempt at a blog about my many adventures with my jobsite shop dogs.
I moved it to another site as it didn’t seem to be of interest, maybe it’s my writing style, I don’t know.
Seems like a few people here have been bitching about personal stories that are non wood related so, .... wtf.
Here was the 1st post if you’re curious.
Good morning friends,
It’s a sad day for Tyler. His play date today with his Aunt Athena was cancelled.
Athena, a 1 1/2 yr. old Golden retriever had a tough start in life. She was badly neglected, lost a lot of weight
and needed medical care.
Athena really needed someone special so her friends put out the word on Facebook.
Our neighbor and friend, Kim had a Golden Retriever who had recently passed away so the timing was right for her to get another dog. We told her about Athena and she happily took her in and helped nurse her back to health. ....They were meant to be.
Last Sunday, we all went for a walk to the park and for a swim. They were running as fast as they could,
chasing each other, swimming and chewing sticks for two hours. They had a blast.
They went home and slept for the rest of the day. We wore them out!
They had such a good time, we made plans to get together again on Sunday mornings to play in the park.
But…. yesterday, Athena was playing in the park and stepped though a sewer grate and broke her front leg.
Poor thing, she’s had such a rough start and now, this happens.
Athena’s leg was broken pretty bad. They had to bring in a specialist who put in a splint with 9 screws.
She had to spend the night in the hospital but should be coming home today.
Tyler will just have to be patient and give his aunty time to heal.
Hunter is disappointed too. He finally had another dog to play with Tyler and help wear him out.
Not easy for an 8 year ol’ dog to keep up with a 10 month old pup.
I think we might stop over to see her today, if she’s up for it. I’ll bet she would like that.
I know Tyler sure would love to see her.
I had originally planned to write about my first jobsite dog, Sammy – a smart dog like no other you’ve met.
A natural born Frisbee dog, he understood many words and silent commands but was fiercely independent.
He was one in a million.
He even made the newspaper and became quite famous in the small wealthy town of Lake Forest IL.
I’ll tell you more about him next week, if you like.
Until then, thanks for reading my thoughts on a Sunday morning while sipping coffee with Tyler,
who is sound asleep under my feet….. my little buddy.
Hope you have a wonderful day with your dogs.
Get well soon, Athena!