It be a lovely, early Spring this year.
Yet, lovely as this Spring is, thar's sorrow in the fragrant air...somebody most dear to us'uns is missing: A Cherished Friend, a Loyal Companion, a Lovin' Buddy, the fella Granny Cracker called a Handsome Gentleman Dawg.
If youse a regular Porch visitor, ya know we'uns has now lost three clan pups in jes' over a year: A Sweet Lady Labrador, black as night, and gentle; A yaller teen Labrador whose zest fer life wuz the amusement of us all, an' Handsome Gentleman departed for greater lizard hunting grounds on Monday. I reckon he an Granny an' t'other two clan pups is keepin' thangs in order in the yonder world. But 'round heah our hearts is jes' so bruised.
Handsome Gentleman were a strong Labrador who evermore luved a fetching challenge:
He would be not abandon his good-naturedness when some dawg abuser got loose among us.
Though bachelor buddies for years, when his Master-Friend went an' got hisself a Lady an' then some babies, Gentlemen's loyal heart took 'em in, "If they's yores, Sir, they's mine too."
He had impeccable house manners, better'n most geezers, thas' fer shure--so we never tole him the truth of his birth --he jes' thought he wuz a human wif' four laigs. His coat glistened so that y'all would swear he wuz wet.
Handsome Gentleman guarded babies an' his Lady. Onc't when his Master-Friend an' Lady were bein' playful, wrastling around a bit, Gentleman reared up on hind laigs, put his paws on Master-Friend's chest, "Grrrrr," ...ain't no fussin' in this fambly, he warned.
T'were a Fella who shared all things...well, mebbe not his sticks or bricks, those he only shared wif' his Master -Friend.
Mayhap ya' recall this fella allowed no brick to go unloved?
(Some years ago y'all had a good laugh when Aunty shared this video clip of sweet pup's obsession wif' bricks !! Walker dubbed him a "brickhound")
If ya merely whispered the word "chucker" he'd bound for the door--the game of flinging a ball via some contraption what propels a ball like a rocket through the air wuz his favorite!
Some of y;all knows that when ya' git yoreself a good dawg, it is a treasure. This Man-Dawg wuz all a body could ever want in a pup. If ya' took a deep breath, if ya' sighed, he'd tilt his haid an lock his eyes on yores, "What is it, Sir?" Intuitive, happy, ever at the ready for adventure, he wuz a rare companion.
I knows many Porch visitors is dawg lovers, an' will unnerstan' our clan's anguish--right now, it's jes a raw hurt in our hearts...but our joy truly do trump the sorrow, for we knows t'were a privilege to have this Cherished Friend among us.
Posted by Aunty Belle at 5:54 AM