Wednesday, July 14, 2010

Just Thinking About Dogs

There are three pictures on a book shelf across from my desk. Two are black & white and one is color and the color one is of my mother kneeling beside my Springer Spaniel, Gretel. I’d just had Gretel to the groomer and I stopped at my mother’s home for our daily visit and coffee, and to let her see Gretel all groomed and cleaned up. It was the last time my mother saw Gretel alive because two days later a drunk driver hit and killed my dog. The shock of having my dog die in my arms is something I have never recovered from. Don’t misunderstand me, I’ve seen my share of death and some of it has been in pretty large doses, but having that wonderful, loving, spirited dog die in my arms while my wife was driving madly to the vet’s office has never left me and that’s probably why the two black and white photos are on my shelf. One is of Gretel when she was only a few weeks old, hiding behind a pine tree and playing “catch me.” The other is of me leaning over to pet her. I’ve got a shotgun in my hand and we’re standing in water. The look on Gretel’s face tells it all—she’s having a great time.

That’s not the only picture of Gretel in my office. There is one that was taken on a partridge hunt and another of me kneeling beside her, taken the same day that the one of her and my mother was taken. Those last pictures are treasures and every year when I make it back to Colorado I take some time to visit my friend, Al, and while there I go outside to spend a few minutes at the graves of my pets.

Between Gretel and now Cookie I had a third dog—Jenny. She too was a Springer and like all of my dogs was a wonderful part of my world and when I close my eyes I can relive and laugh about her antics. She made the cover of a couple of magazines and was a constant companion, whether fishing, hunting or just being. Jenny was fantastic at finding birds and doing what she was supposed to do—flush them into flight. After we moved to North Dakota Jenny got sick and when nothing helped I finally had to have her put down, but I didn’t have the heart to bury her here in North Dakota so I had her cremated and her ashes are on another shelf. Sometimes I pick up the urn and hold it and read her ID tag. I haven’t had the heart to scatter or bury her ashes, although Al said I could bury her ashes with the other dogs.

There isn’t a day that goes by that I don’t pet and love all of my dogs (I now have three, plus M’s Jack Russell, Rylie and he gets his share of my attention). Each one of them is an important part of my life and that includes my rotten Jack Russell, Rosie. She spends most of every day getting into trouble for one thing or another—although she is sound asleep in my lap as I write this. (Cookie is on my feet and Buster sleeping next to my chair. Rylie is in the house with M, probably curled up next to her in bed.) I try to balance my attention between the dogs because I know there will come a day when all I’ll have of them will be the pictures on the book shelves and the memories of them. It won’t be enough, but it’ll be better than life without having had them in my life.

I’ve always thought that dogs give our world a magical value that pound for pound has a greater worth than all of the precious metals and gemstones humanity has ever mined. Those of us who hunt with our dogs, whether they are so-so hunters or smarter than we are, get the added pleasure of stocking up on memories that give our lives a depth of meaning the non-hunter can never share.

Dogs in our lives sort of make everything else bearable, don’t you think?

10 comments:

SimplyOutdoors said...

I certainly have some fond memories of trailing behind our Brittany Spaniel, and waiting in anticipation for the flush of a pheasant. She was a great dog, and the day she died was one of the hardest days of my life.

I've had other dogs too, but a good hunting companion is just hard to replace.

I don't have a dog in my life now - sadly we had to give our dog of two years to a new home, because of some unfriendly neighbors - but I miss the companionship immensely that a dog provides.

One of these days, there'll be another one prowling our house and yard.

I know that for sure.

Mark Coleman said...

No question they make it more bearable. Don't know what I'd do some days if I didn't have a dog's head to scratch.

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NorCal Cazadora said...

No dog right now - just cats - but the cats are a hugely important part of my life, and I lavish lots of attention on them. In return, they entertain me, and occasionally lavish attention on me.

My baby, Giblet, is so important to me that when I came home from a Mexico vacation to find that my neighbor had inadvertently let her out (she's indoor only), I was devastated, and had I not found her, I'm pretty sure I would've never talked to the neighbor again.

Marian Love Phillips said...

So sorry to hear of your loss. Dogs are very important in our lives and I have lost a few myself that was near and dear to my heart. We now have a dog, Katie, who will soon be 11 on New's Year Eve and a new member, Allie Cat, who was given to us by our next door neighbor when she moved. It is our little family now. All the kids (first and second marriage) are all grown and gone. This is all we have left and we love our pets and they give us a lot of love and company. Again, so sorry for your loss...at least you have pictures and fond memories and nobody can take that away.

Galen Geer said...

I don't think I could face waking up in the morning without have a dog greet me. Dogs strike such a common bond among all of us and make strangers into friends.

Holly, when you are ready for a dog give some thought to a German Wirehair. They are great on waterfowl and upland game so they cover both bases. As for personality, well, Cookie is asleep by my chair. glg

Galen Geer said...

Simply Outdoors,
I once had an unfriendly neighbor and when he admitted he set out antifreeze to kill (my) dog I punched his lights out and left him flat on his back--I didn't care if he was hurt or not. glg

Galen Geer said...

Hey Mark, when Cookie puts her head in my lap she reminds me that doggie love is free of human thinking--and much better! glg

Galen Geer said...

NorCal, I have been working on getting my office/shop/garage ready to move Ophelia (my black and white cat) out here. I got her as an office cat but she's been living in the house, in what will become my bedroom but I refused to move her until she had a little operation. She gets that this month. glg

Galen Geer said...

Marion,
You will enjoy a post I am working on for the near future. It is about a German wirehair I had for a year. He was wonderful, but more important he found his way to a home where he was really needed and he had a wonderful life. glg