Monthly Archive for February, 2009

Back in the field

Sporty and I went pheasant hunting last weekend with Diane and her talented field Goldens Arson and Shuttle last weekend.   Each of the dogs got a pheasant so all were happy.  It is always a joy to see the dogs doing and enjoying what they were meant to do– be a hunting dog.

sport,arson,shuttle

Sporty, Arson, and Shuttle

Here’s Sport with her bird.

Both photos were taken by Diane Glassmeyer.  Thanks, Diane!

words to live by

I just re-discovered this poem:

I will not die an unlived life.
I will not live in fear
of falling or catching fire.
I choose to inhabit my days,
to allow my living to open me,
to make me less afraid,
more accessible;
to loosen my heart
until it becomes a wing,
a torch, a promise.
I choose to risk my significance,
to live so that which came to me as seed
goes to the next as blossom,
and that which came to me as blossom,
goes on as fruit.

- by Dawna Markova

Happy Birthday Lola!

Somehow, Lola is 7!  I don’t know how that happened– I look at my funny, pretty little Lola and still see her as a young puppy.

This sequence of pictures we took for her birthday today is pretty funny.  To view them, click on her birthday picture  to go to the gallery.  Start from the beginning and be sure to read the captions!

Cooper (Apr 17, 1997 – Jan 20, 2009)

Cooper at Point Reyes

It has been almost a month since we lost Cooper, but I have had a hard time writing this post.  I have all these pictures of him I want to post… it will have to come later.

This picture was taken at Point Reyes when Cooper was still a youngster.  I love this photo for two reasons– it is a great picture of Cooper, and also this particular beach walk was one of the last and best memories of family time spent with my Dad before losing him in 1998.

Pretty much everyone that knew Cooper loved him.  He just had the happiest, handsome face and great personality that won people over.

Cooper was the first dog that Don and I got together, so we always joked that he was our first-born.  :-)   He was the light blond puppy whose expressive brown eyes stole our hearts.   We took him on vacation with us to Bandon, Oregon when he was just 16 weeks old, and had so many people stop and ask questions about him while we were walking around town that we thought we might have to write up a Frequently Asked Questions flyer to pass out to people.

Cooper was so spoiled, but he was a good boy– active, sensible, and sensitive. He loved catching frisbees. He loved agility, where he and Don were an exciting team to watch. Cooper would bark through the course, and he had this funny habit of snorting when he got really excited. On one qualifying Excellent Jumpers run, after Don and Cooper left the ring, the judge ran after them just to say laughingly that she had “never judged a pig before”.

Cooper gave me a wonderful introduction to the world of Goldens, and through that I’ve made many special friends.  I met my dear friend Suzanne Bria through Cooper’s litter, because she has “Gemma”, his littermate.  I was fortunate to meet and become friends with Laura Finco, because she owned Cooper’s sire Arsey.   Laura invited both me and Suzanne to one of the NORCAL fun days when the pups were 12-weeks old, where Suzanne’s Gemma proceeded to beat Cooper up.   After that and going on many weekend hikes together, they became the best of friends.

Cooper’s favorite place was in Oregon at Don’s family’s lakeside cabin just outside of Bandon. We go once a year, usually for 1-2 weeks and it is dog heaven. Lots of hiking, and he would get to swim at least half the day. On the hikes he would always make sure everyone was accounted for and keep the pack together, whether it was just us or if we had friends/family along.

birthday hike

He had the biggest smile, and would tilt his head back as if his smile was so big that he had to hold his head back to keep the smile from weighing his head down. You can see an example of this on the photo to the right of him and Gemma on their 9th birthday hike.

In his last weeks, one of the things that struck me was how he could feel bad for a day or two, be down completely, and once the spell was over he would be back to his happy, active self as if nothing bad had happened. The good days would be really good. That’s one of the things I think we all try to learn, but it can be so hard to do– to live in and make the most of every moment and not let the bad times take away from the times that can otherwise be good.

We love and miss you, Cooper.  We’re sure there must be many frisbees (and frisbee-throwers!) at the Rainbow Bridge.

Footnote: I found the poem ‘Joy and Sorrow’ by Kahlil Gibran to be very true, and a source of comfort.

Show today

Sport and I were back in the conformation ring today for the first time in over a year.  It was good practice, and here is a photo of us in the ring.   Darn handler- look at her holding the tail all askew!   :-D

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