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Urban Cowdog - Azul

Truly one of the great joys in life.... taking your kids to the ranch to pick up a puppy to bring home and show mom. Seven years later and he still goes with us everywhere, checks on the kids at night and sticks to me like Velcro wherever I go. Wouldn't change a thing ….
 

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Truly one of the great joys in life.... taking your kids to the ranch to pick up a puppy to bring home and show mom...

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Fantastic! You can't put a price on this photograph! What a beautiful dog!
 
This is my best friend after being "dogless" for forty years.I had a couple of great Britts before and hurt so that I couldn't make the emotional risk. After all these years I wanted a dog and couldn't have asked for a better one. He spends all his time following me. And when I sit watching TV he uses my feet as a pillow.
On his first quail hunt he pointed and retrieved at 9 months, and also on Woodcock. Took to duck hunting a couple months later.The next year recovered a deer his first time out. I can't walk in the woods so good now so I am reduced to hunting from a house and he stays with me waiting anxiously.We killed 5 deer this last season. He really gets upset if I miss.
I may be selfish with such a dog because I just turned 85 and can't get around like I used to, but he brought real pleasure and meaning to my life.God blessed me again.
 

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These wonderful pictures are really making me wish I could still care for a dog. Alas, I can't: I'm no longer physically able to care for one properly. My final dog recently died peacefully in his sleep at seventeen, in the home of a friend where he had gone to live when my health problems and frequent hospitalizations were making him afraid and miserable.

But I can enjoy them vicariously through your pictures and stories, and through occasionally meeting other people's dogs. It sure beats a blank.
 
Mother-in-law just told me this dog would sleep outside her parents room until her father left for work, then would wait at the foot of the bed, until her mom got up.

Once, as her father was leaving for work at the power company, it blocked him and made it clear he should not leave. He stayed home.

Grandmother-in-law and their dog, on the roof of their Manhattan building, in the 1920's.

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This is my best friend after being "dogless" for forty years.I had a couple of great Britts before and hurt so that I couldn't make the emotional risk. After all these years I wanted a dog and couldn't have asked for a better one. He spends all his time following me. And when I sit watching TV he uses my feet as a pillow.

I may be selfish with such a dog because I just turned 85 and can't get around like I used to, but he brought real pleasure and meaning to my life. God blessed me again.

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Yes, you have been blessed again. I hope you don't mind...I put your photograph of Sammy Small right side up for you.
 
One more with Fuji she was still much a pup. And my Jack Russell named Marley. He put up a heck of a fight with Lyme disease for over 2 years before it finally got him. Most hard headed, best D@9N dog I've ever had. He came with me to the marriage years ago, loved to drive the wife nuts. ( wasn't a far trip) she still tears up to this day about that D@9n dog. Riding four wheelers, canoeing, swimming, chasing tennis balls, or for a good laugh he was there for 15 years through thick and then. I'm gonna go wipe my eyes now!!
 

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I got my first border collie when I was eleven years old. That was 59 years ago. Our last one, Patsy, died almost three years ago. She went with me on every pack trip with the pack string since she was six months old.

Picture of Patsy in the mule corral.
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After she died at age fourteen, I was pretty sure I wouldn't get another dog. My kids kept telling me, "Dad, give it time. You'll get another border collie." Didn't believe 'em.

Then came Suzy. Here's Suzy at six weeks. After I looked into those eyes, I was hooked!:)
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Suzy at eight weeks.
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Suzy at two years along with me at last fall's elk camp.
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