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Gooberboy, Goober, Baby Boy, Mr. Sensitive, Larsy Darsy, Bozo
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October 15th 2001
Eat 'n Sleep, Lying in the Sun, Physically Touching Mom
Northeast Winters, Not being the center of attention
"Ficken" - a squeaky toy that looks like a cross between a fish and a chicken
The back 40
Holding "Hands", Sitting in your lap
I already had 2 dogs at home at the time and really didn't want another one. My arm was "twisted" to go look at a litter of puppies. I kept reiterating on the way there that we were just going to "look". When we got there, my first response was "Yeah, they are cute. Can we go home now?" Fighting the strong urge to pick up a puppy, I was then handed a little muddy furball of a baby boy. As I resisted to look into his eyes, I said again, "yeah he's cute" and tried handing him back without success. Awhile later I grew weary from fighting off the maternal urge and finally mumbled " well, if we get another dog, he's going to have to be a very mellow male..."
I truly believe this was Lars' agenda all along... He was the most mellow puppy I've ever come across.
Whoo hoo!! I am now a certified therapy dog... whatever *that* means...
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Rotten Rompin' Rotties
I've Been On Dogster Since:
|March 30th 2005
||More than 8 years!
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December 5th 2008 10:21 am
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That fateful Wednesday night I came home, I could see your suffering. Such a drastic change from a week prior when I saw you at Thanksgiving.
Your eyes pleaded with me "Momma - I don't feel good. Please help me". I found out earlier that day you were suffering from multiple organ failure. You could smell the ketones on your breath - you were listless. If you ate anything at all - it wouldn't stay down. You were dying right before my eyes. I promised I would help you.
So with those who loved you very much, we made the best decision we knew how.
Thursday morning with heavy hearts we went to the vets to say goodbye. In true rottie fashion you walked in and waited patiently while holding my hand. I held you in my arms for one last time and promised you everything will be alright.
Lars - you are now free. Go run and enjoy the sunshine like you always did. You touched so many lives from the work you did at the nursing home. You changed the minds of people about the Rottweiler breed. Those that knew you knew that you were something special. You were taken from me too young, too unexpectedly. I guess someone upstairs needed a therapy rottweiler and He chose you.
Until we meet again my 'son'...
June 28th 2006 7:06 am
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Fate seemed to have brought us together. You came into my life at a point where I didn't know how much I was going to need you. As I held your muddy furball body in my arms and you looked up at me, there was something in those big brown eyes that told me you were meant to be with me. You've always been my rock as you stood by me and guided me through some of the toughest decisions I have ever made. We eventually traveled cross country together - not once did you complain about the 15 hour car rides. You've taken the lifestyle changes in stride, always happy that you are surrounded by people who love you. Now even though we are apart, you are always happy to see me. Your presence on this earth has gone slightly in a different direction now. You've helped ease Dad's pain when he lost his best friend. You are always on guard - and with you I know my aging parents are safe. You are and always will be my gooberboy.
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