Kenny
01-24-2005, 03:50 PM
Yesterday I lost a good friend, her name was Dix and she was golden retriever.
I can still remember bringing her home at 7 weeks old. Her first lesson in our home was old grumpy house cats have little patients with energetic puppies.
Weeks went by she learned all the rules of the house, and became a welcome member of our family.
Dix and I became inseparable. We went everywhere together to the gun club to visit friends, to the park. It was the spawning of a great friendship.
In the weeks to follow Dix became a fetching machine her eyes would light up at the mere sight of a bumper.
She lived for her work, and our short walks to the pond as a puppy graduated into long training sessions learning to do doubles and slip proofing.
She was the best dog I have ever had the pleasure of hunting with.
Our friendship grew over the years. My duck dog Dix was as much of my hunting trip as my gun. She except me completely as a true friend, overlooking my faults, and excusing my indiscretions.
Age takes it toll, so last season I didn’t hunt Dix on waterfowl, and even this year I could tell our long walks for pheasants where more than her stiff joints could handle.
So she spent her last winter in front of the fireplace on her mat. She would always acknowledge my presents with a friendly thump of her tail.
Dix was my friend, my accomplishment, my student, and yes in many ways my teacher. She will be sorely missed and never forgotten.
Dix , ”Thanks for the countless smiles, you’re the best. I hope wherever you are there are ducks to fetch and pheasants to chase.
I truly believe we will meet again some day ,and once more we will go hunting. :(
I can still remember bringing her home at 7 weeks old. Her first lesson in our home was old grumpy house cats have little patients with energetic puppies.
Weeks went by she learned all the rules of the house, and became a welcome member of our family.
Dix and I became inseparable. We went everywhere together to the gun club to visit friends, to the park. It was the spawning of a great friendship.
In the weeks to follow Dix became a fetching machine her eyes would light up at the mere sight of a bumper.
She lived for her work, and our short walks to the pond as a puppy graduated into long training sessions learning to do doubles and slip proofing.
She was the best dog I have ever had the pleasure of hunting with.
Our friendship grew over the years. My duck dog Dix was as much of my hunting trip as my gun. She except me completely as a true friend, overlooking my faults, and excusing my indiscretions.
Age takes it toll, so last season I didn’t hunt Dix on waterfowl, and even this year I could tell our long walks for pheasants where more than her stiff joints could handle.
So she spent her last winter in front of the fireplace on her mat. She would always acknowledge my presents with a friendly thump of her tail.
Dix was my friend, my accomplishment, my student, and yes in many ways my teacher. She will be sorely missed and never forgotten.
Dix , ”Thanks for the countless smiles, you’re the best. I hope wherever you are there are ducks to fetch and pheasants to chase.
I truly believe we will meet again some day ,and once more we will go hunting. :(