Well, this has been a horrible day for the Henson household, we've lost a loved and valued member of our family, Spenser, the best dammed Hoke County hound there ever was.
Spenser was an eight and a half year old mixed breed that had a lot of chihuahua, terrier and who knows what else. In appearance, he looked like a black and tan Minnie pin, just 15 pounds of personality plus! He had a snaggle tooth that protruded outside his jaw, guess his parents should have put him in braces when he was a pup.
He learned to smile from watching people, he loved everyone and never met a stranger. Some thought he was snarling when he tried his best to imitate a human smile but he was pure love!
He was the smartest dog I've ever met. When he was younger, the first time he saw a room was the way that room was supposed to be for ever more. When he was a puppy, one morning a large paper bag had been left on at couch in his view and when he woke, he began to bark at that bag as if it were the devil incarnate! About that time, a random bit of wind made the bag shift and, holy terror, he thought that justified his suspicious!
We lived on a farm and one morning, as he began his morning patrol, he began to bark at something out of order. We finally realized that a shovel was leaning against the fence that didn't have a shovel there the night before.
He brought much love and joy into our home and now there is a lot of heartbreak and crying at his passing. Sadly, he was struck by a car and died instantly. We've often thought less of dog owners that allowed their dogs to stray into the path of cars and now we are one of them.
We are dual homed between Florida and North Carolina and have an electronic fence in FL but our summer residence doesn't have such and we've never seen him roam as far as the road from our NC place. Today, for some reason, he made it to the road and was killed. He didn't understand cars.
We are in our 70's and have sadly lost dogs before but this one was so special to us, I just cannot express it. I had dreaded this day and once mentioned to my son how difficult it would be to see the end of Spenser's life, he laughed and asked if I was trying to under-live the dog. Yes, I was and today I am lost.
Spenser was an eight and a half year old mixed breed that had a lot of chihuahua, terrier and who knows what else. In appearance, he looked like a black and tan Minnie pin, just 15 pounds of personality plus! He had a snaggle tooth that protruded outside his jaw, guess his parents should have put him in braces when he was a pup.
He learned to smile from watching people, he loved everyone and never met a stranger. Some thought he was snarling when he tried his best to imitate a human smile but he was pure love!
He was the smartest dog I've ever met. When he was younger, the first time he saw a room was the way that room was supposed to be for ever more. When he was a puppy, one morning a large paper bag had been left on at couch in his view and when he woke, he began to bark at that bag as if it were the devil incarnate! About that time, a random bit of wind made the bag shift and, holy terror, he thought that justified his suspicious!
We lived on a farm and one morning, as he began his morning patrol, he began to bark at something out of order. We finally realized that a shovel was leaning against the fence that didn't have a shovel there the night before.
He brought much love and joy into our home and now there is a lot of heartbreak and crying at his passing. Sadly, he was struck by a car and died instantly. We've often thought less of dog owners that allowed their dogs to stray into the path of cars and now we are one of them.
We are dual homed between Florida and North Carolina and have an electronic fence in FL but our summer residence doesn't have such and we've never seen him roam as far as the road from our NC place. Today, for some reason, he made it to the road and was killed. He didn't understand cars.
We are in our 70's and have sadly lost dogs before but this one was so special to us, I just cannot express it. I had dreaded this day and once mentioned to my son how difficult it would be to see the end of Spenser's life, he laughed and asked if I was trying to under-live the dog. Yes, I was and today I am lost.
