Bridger, 2001-2013

 Bridger watching the sunrise

We had to bury our 12 year old German Shepherd Monday night. It was tough, although of course we knew he couldn't live forever. But we have had 12 great years with that sweet and loyal dog. (And as those who have Shepherds know, they're not really dogs. They're people in dog's clothing. Really nice, big people - with big teeth.)

How generous of our Creator to give us these lovely creatures to walk the earth with us, to help us, to be companions and protectors!

I'll miss that sweet dog. Already there are so many times that I expect to hear him bark - and he doesn't. I expect him to get up to meet me and he's not here. UPS left a huge box just outside the back door yesterday, which I wasn't aware of until I took Misty out for a walk. When Bridger was still alive, we always knew when UPS was here, when any vehicle drove up the driveway, when a noisy truck was driving past, or when tractors were in the field.

Consider yourselves lucky. I had a much bigger collage before I trimmed several photos from it.

Clockwise, beginning at upper left:

Playing football. Bridger loved to play football with the boys, but he mostly grabbed the ball and ran to keep it away from them.

Keeping track of the squirrels, bunnies, and birds

Sweet, innocent-looking [Alpha] pup. It was love at first sight.

My major shedder getting brushed (this was after one side only)

Relaxing on the deck with Misty

'Help! Get the stickseed off me!'

The reason he got the chicken can only once

I wonder if Misty will enjoy having 3 dog beds to herself.

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Bridger

BRIDGER

Named after the Bridge at Harper's Ferry, WV

I know that the word 'bridge' shouldn't be capitalized,

but that particular bridge deserves a capital letter!

Bridger is now 11 1/2 years old. That's old for a German Shepherd. He hates summertime. He especially hates this summertime. It's been hot. I know, it's been hot everywhere. I've seriously thought about taking him to the vet and asking him to anesthetize Bridger and shave him. The vet said he could give me some medicine that would help Bridger relax, but I'm pretty sure that Bridger could take my arm off even in a relaxed state. Short of that, I do know that shaving this huge dog would take a long time and he would not like it - not one little bit.

Poor doggie hasn't been feeling well for the past week. The vet gave him some medicine and it seems to be helping. Although Bridger lives in AC with us, it's not really the kind of cool he likes. And when he goes outdoors, he stays out only long enough to do his business. He's back at the door in a few seconds, prancing to get in.

 Bridger and Misty

Bridger - the baby pic

He's the one on the right

It takes Bridger a while to get up now, because he's pretty careful of his hips - unless he's outdoors and a hawk flies overhead or a bunny catches his eye. Then he's off like a flash. So far, he's always managed to get back.

And when he lies on the floor for hours, I'm pretty sure that he's dreaming about his favorite season - winter.

(This is where he and I have differing opinions.)

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Having Sought a Shady Spot

Bolton Abbey, North Yorkshire

 When I think of England, this is what first comes to mind.

  Sheep don't come much cuter than the Scottish Blackface.

I would have loved to have taken them home.

or
I would have loved to take them home.

or
I would love to have taken them home.

(Angela, try that sentence on your ESL students!)

Okay, you grammarians, which should it be?

Whichever is correct,
I'm sure that my backyard in Wisconsin needs a few
Scottish Blackface sheep.

And wouldn't Bridger love having a real job,
instead of warming the carpet.

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This Post is linked to G'Day Saturday

Have a great weekend, everyone!

 

Change of Menu

When 'peanut butter on a Nylabone' just doesn't cut it

There are times that a dog's just gotta be a dog.

There once was a bunny named Peter

Who thought that life couldn't be sweeter.

So carefree he hopped,

'Til suddenly stopped

By Bridger, the great Peter eater!

Hope you got to enjoy your favorite dinner this week!

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