Patsy's dog story made me think of Ol' Bear. I am defiantly not a dog lover, or in most cases even a dog liker. I am not much of a pet liker either. I am fonder of farm animals and wildlife much more than confined pets. Through the years there has probably been at least 20 plus dogs that called this place home. None were my dogs, not even Bear, even though I brought Bear to the place. All the dogs were George's dogs, even though most were dropped off here by his boys. Bear came to live here because Grandma thought Lane needed a dog. In the summer of 1996, when Lane was less than a year old, I found Bear for let in a Walmart parking lot and brought him home for Lane. The dog was about 4 months old. Lane had a great time playing chase with Bear. Bear not so much. Bear never cared much for children. As he got older, he would go off and hide when kids came around. But, Bear was a great yard dog. Nothing but nothing came into his territory while he was on guard.
Sometime around the time he was about 10 years old, he was injured in his front shoulder. He was in pain a lot of the time after that and in the winter, when it got really cold he would howl in the middle of the night from the pain. He was an outside dog, but we tried to get him to sleep in a dog house or in the shop where we could build him a fire in the wood stove, but he just would not sleep inside even a dog house. The winter of 2006 was really cold and really hard on him, but 2007 proved to be milder and he did not suffer quite so much. We talked about having him put to sleep, but he would not ride in the truck so we did not think we could get him to the Vet. Oh, he was great friends with us and we could pet him all we wanted, but we could not make him do anything he did not want to do. There was just no way we could put him to sleep ourselves. We were really dreading the winter of 2008, but one morning in August we found him dead in the yard. It looked like he was walking along and fell over dead. George buried him on the place. George loves all dogs, but I am pretty sure this is the first dog he ever buried.
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Larry has a dog grave yard. Each has a stone, large rock he moves with the tractor. Siggie had him bury her Skittles there, Laura ran over her. Siggie stayed with Pop the next day and they dug the place with the tractor. Siggie worked had all day with him...worked out her sorrow I think.
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