Sharing our travels to the great outdoors - birddogs and birdhunting, flyfishing, hiking, canoeing, cycling, birdwatching, sharing great music, beer and wine drinking and the next adventure.
Tuesday, November 13, 2012
To Soon Gone
As a dog lover and and a birdhunter we realize the risk we put our best buddies in every time we open the door and let them out on a hunt. The dangers range from rattlesnakes, farm implements,deer hunters, cars and a host of things that imperil them. Most birddogs are the ultimate athlete of the dog world. They run with a drive and thought process that they can go through, jump over or dodge whats out there. What they can't do is know the risk they are exposed to. This weekend in Kansas I lost one of my best buddies ever to a perforated bowel. Bobby probably thought the carcass that he ran across was a bonus for him. We miss Bobby a whole hell of alot. He was a comical dog, and at five years old was hitting his hunting prime. He wasn't a great bird finder but he was a wonderful dog that never had a bad day. A friend sent me this quote. It fits my buddy Bobby.
"Dogs are our link to paradise. They don't know evil or jealousy or discontent. To sit with a dog on a hillside on a glorious afternoon is to be back in Eden, where doing nothing was not boring -- it was peace"