Man's great friend!

Man's best friend came through with his final wish, to die by his master’s arm.
True love!  What a magnificent and regal dog!  And all those precious years with him!  I remember well the first day you brought that ”little pup” into the house and how he walked with such poise to the patio door.  As if to say, “I’m here.”  How I couldn’t imagine having such a giant in the house, but how he warmed everyone’s heart, even strangers!  What a beautiful pup!! was so often heard while walking him!  How proud we were to walk him although at first he walked us.  Although there was uncertainty of this rescue dog with kids, we soon learned, he was so patient and gentle giant with kids.  Kids would run up to him or he would pulls us to small kids for a sniff.  Kids never feared this giant of a dog.  How he lay quietly for 3 hours while Giselle used him as a pillow while she was burning up with a fever and waited for her parents to come home from the Stampede.  How Jameson as a toddler played hide and seek along with squeals of delight in being able to pull his tail!  How he perked up and wanted to see Jeff’s kids when they were last here.  Yes, he was the master magician Houdini when it came to doors and gate!  The times we spent driving around the neighborhood looking in vain for him only to see him re-appear magically.  Listening to the little boy on his way home from school at the gate as he talked to Mook and then disappearing only to find out he knew where the boy lived and had escaped to go and play with him.

But he knew what he wanted and he was persistent at it, whether it was his walks which he demanded 3 to 4 a day from Dad to special treats on his dog food, which was what ever we were eating!!  His head on the table as he wormed his way closer to the plate of food under your arm.  Whacking his dinner bowl if Punn Mook’s food didn’t suit him, yet patient enough to have Skippy eat first!  How he loved Fish Creek and the farm, where he was allowed to run along side the deer, seeing his tail bob up and down as he ran and returned when whistled back.

Yesterday, watching Kasper, sitting regally like Mook at the gate l, I realized what an influenced Mook has been on him, teaching him to groom, how to sit and to bark!!
Many times, when he was stubborn, demanding and so in your face, I wanted to open that front door and say “Go”, but his personality and those big dark eyes won out!  Truly a great dog that grew in your love into this magnificent dog!

Time to find another big dog for the new baby to run after!