Wednesday, September 14, 2005

I love my dogs



I saw a post from PJ and thought I would post a photo of my dogs. The second photo is my dog Eicko. He was my constant companion for almost 14 years. I grieve for that dog every day, but the first couple of months was the worst. He was a K-9 trained for attack and drug search. Steadfast, Loyal and True. ( No man could hold a candle to him...LOL) He died in January of this year. In March we got a new shepherd from Germany. His name is Stano and he is still a pup, 16 months old. He is in the first photo, that's us in New Orleans on Magazine Street, antique shopping. Stanos is very playful and has a lot to learn. I love him of course, but in a different way. I can't compare the two dogs, I guess that would be like comparing children. So, here's a photo of my loves.

12 Comments:

Blogger Cindy said...

I tried to edit. The first dog is Stano, we are in New Orleans on Magazine Street, antique shopping. The second photos is Eicko, getting his ritual Sunday bath.

6:18 AM  
Blogger Ranger Tom said...

Great lloking dogs... I miss my Golden Retriever, Fred...

7:17 AM  
Blogger mrshife said...

My wife and I are currently owned by a fat basset named Quincy. We rescued him from the pound and he has been our best little friend for six years. I can't imagine life without him and try not to think about losing him but I know it is inevitable so I am just going to enjoy being with him as mush as I can. He is my second true basset love. I had another one that I grew up with that passed away while I was in college. Higgins was his name and I still think about him quite often.

1:21 PM  
Blogger Sydney said...

I love the new look! I'm sorry about your dog who died in January. Its so difficult losing a close pet. They really become a part of you. We have a few pets, but one who is the most special to us, really just a piece of our hearts.

4:09 PM  
Blogger PJ said...

Beautiful dogs. My nephew, a police officer, used to be a canine officer and he had the most wonderful partner. The dog would protect him from anything and also his wife and kids. He was amazing and he was from Germany also. He only knew German commands and my nephew had to learn them. He scared me to death always staring at me, but my nephew always would say just don't look him in the eye and you will be fine. He apparently knew I belonged there. But my sweetheart of an ornery sister (nephew's mother) would envariably wait until the dog was in its 12 feet high pen outside and stare him down. The dog would go bullistic on her but was penned of course. My nephew used to get so mad at her for doing that.

Did Eicko take commands in English?

4:37 AM  
Blogger Blogdreamz said...

Hum, another blog!

10:29 AM  
Blogger AndyT13 said...

I too love your dogs. Sweet! I miss my shepherds. The ex got custody. Wah!

10:31 AM  
Blogger Ranger Tom said...

Cindy, I'm not sure what went down with an other blog, but don't let some sophomoric, juvenile shithead get you down...

8:41 PM  
Blogger Tina said...

Love the dogs. I too had a very special dog that couldn't compare. She was a gorgeous black Chow Chow named Precious. But Precious died of that nasty villan Parvo. Sadly missed but not forgotten. Your Blog looks good!

7:12 AM  
Blogger PJ said...

Did you ever say which contestant was your nephew?

11:31 AM  
Blogger Mr. Chips said...

Hi Cindy;

I love the pictures of your dogs.

This is a poem about someone's dog who had passed away written from the point of view of the dog.

The House Dog's Grave
by Robinson Jeffers (1887-1962)

I've changed my ways a little; I cannot now
Run with you in the evenings along the shore,
Except in a kind of dream; and you,
If you dream a moment,
You see me there.

So leave awhile the paw-marks on the front door
Where I used to scratch to go out or in,
And you'd soon open; leave on the kitchen floor
The marks of my drinking-pan.

I cannot lie by your fire as I used to do
On the warm stone,
Nor at the foot of your bed; no,
All the nights through I lie alone.

But your kind thought has laid me less than six feet
Outside your window where firelight so often plays,
And where you sit to read‚
And I fear often grieving for me‚
Every night your lamplight lies on my place.

You, man and woman, live so long, it is hard
To think of you ever dying.
A little dog would get tired, living so long.
I hope that when you are lying
Under the ground like me your lives will appear
As good and joyful as mine.

No, dears, that's too much hope:
You are not so well cared for as I have been.
And never have known the passionate undivided
Fidelities that I knew.
Your minds are perhaps too active, too many-sided...
But to me you were true.

You were never masters, but friends. I was your friend.
I loved you well, and was loved. Deep love endures
To the end and far past the end. If this is my end,
I am not lonely. I am not afraid. I am still yours.

11:47 AM  
Blogger Lisa said...

the second photo: it really looks like he's grinning from ear to ear. :)

11:03 AM  

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