2011 hasn't been a good year for animals around here. Today we lost R's dog, Tripp. He fell off the back of the bale pickup and was run over. J was with R and got out, told R there was nothing he could do and told him he should leave. So, M and J took him to our house and buried him beside Cruiser. J can be kind of hard on R as a big brother will be, but he's always looking out for him and is always there when he's needed.
Poor Tripp had kind of a rough life and was an accident waiting to happen. We were beginning to think nothing could kill him. From the smashed foot when he was just a puppy to the knot on his head and a broken pelvis last fall. He obviously wasn't the smartest dog, but he was beautiful and loveable. He loved people and wanted to be touching someone all the time. He thought every other dog was as happy to see him as he was to see them even when they weren't happy to see him at all! He was kind of a bull in a china shop, like he didn't realize how big he was. He didn't think he was too big to be a lap dog. Even though he could be kind of a pain because of his exuberance, he loved life, and we will miss his enthusiasm. Damn dogs always seem to break our hearts.
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| Baby Tripp, December 2009 |
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| Enjoying a day at the river |
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| Having a swim | | | | | | |
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