Hubbie once led his lost owners out of the Superstition Mountains. Courtesy Photo
A couple more folks have shared their "old dog" stories with me, and I'm posting them for you here. Hug your "oldie but goodie" today, they are extra special!
"I enjoyed your recent article about your old Aussie, Imij. I had an Aussie for 12 years who died in 2008. His name was Hubbie. I got him because I was into long distance back packing and I wanted a dog who could hike all day. He had his own pack and carried his own food and water and we hiked all over the west. He climbed with me too. We climbed Picacho Peak (the folks there said it was the only dog they'd ever seen on top?) and all the other mountains in Arizona. We got ourselves lost in the Superstitions once and Hubbie led us out after five days of wandering. He was the best dog ever...until I got my current Aussie, Cowboy, of course. Thanks for bringing back the memories." - Peter Van Haren
"Your story of your old dog was wonderful. Good for a cry, too. I recall having to put down my 15 1/2 year old miniature poodle, Rascal. He had a strong heart but was too weak to eat or take himself out to do his duties. It was time. I held him as the vet gave him the two shots that ended his life. Then the river of tears flowed. Fifteen plus years of companionship. One week later to the day and hour, I was washing my car when a family walked by with an unleashed dog with them. I ask about their dog not being on leash and the mom said, "It's not our dog, it has just been following us." I called the dog and ended up taking it in for food and water. I followed this with two baths as he was filthy. He looked like he had been sleeping under a Chevy. The next day I went looking for postings of "missing dog" signs and stopped by my vet's office to check on missing dogs. Nothing. Then I had the vet look at him. "Very healthy" was the reply. "I'd say he is a thoroughbred Poodle about four months old based upon his puppy teeth." So it turned out my new friend was a white male miniature poodle the same size and a near duplicate of Rascal. Now, my Randy is nine years old and my best buddy here in Prescott Valley. He was named Randy after my neighbor who was dying of pancreatic cancer but maintained a wonderful friendly disposition through it all. My Randy reflects that disposition today. I must say he has better social skills than I as he greets new people on a regular basis." -Tom Steele
If you have a great old dog, (or a great young one!) send me your story and a photo and I'll post it here! And I'm not prejudiced against cats - so feel free to send along any pet stories!