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May 1st 1984
Running across the fields or through the woods while accompanying me on my horse.
Dogs that want to fight him.
He liked to run around outside with really big tree branches.
He accompanied me on my horseback trail rides. If any dogs tried to chase my horse, Pharaoh got their attention real quick.
Happy Dead Dog (he would play dead but his tail would still be wagging).
We moved to the country and wanted a large dog. Our neighbor knew of a fledging no-kill animal shelter in the area and we contacted them. They didn't have any large dogs so the director went to county animal control. They had one large pup that was left tied to their front door. She took him and brought him to us on a trial basis. He was already growing out of puppyhood. He had big feet, long legs and a whipcord tail but he had a good personality so we kept him. Pharaoh grew into a beautiful, Irish Setter-red, 95-lb. dog. People would come to the animal shelter to ask if they had any more dogs like the red dog that lives at the house on the corner in Mt. Olive.
Although he was friendly, people were afraid of him because of his size. The vets loved working with Pharaoh because he was so well-mannered, but in the waiting room I would always try to sit way in the corner with him because everyone would look at him as if he was about to attack. Once, when Pharaoh was three years old, we were waiting in the vet's office. It was Saturday and the office was filled. Marvin, one of the founders of the shelter where we adopted Pharaoh, came in and sat down to wait for the vet. A concerned look crossed his face as he spotted us. "Is he sick?" "No," I responded. "Just here for his annual checkup." Pharaoh, being the friendly guy he was, wanted to go to Marvin, so we crossed the room so Pharaoh could greet Marvin. He sat down next to the chair, his back against Marvin, leaned back, put his head up to Marvin's face and gave him a big kiss. Everyone in the room said, "Awwwwwwww!!"
Pharaoh did things without having to teach him. He did a classic setter point on birds, which was beautiful to see. (We didn't hunt the birds, just watched Pharaoh point.) There were a few times when my mother had fallen and couldn't get up, Pharaoh came to her and held while she braced on his back and pushed herself to her feet. He would help carry the mail back in the house. He would find and retrieve the paper no matter where the paperboy would throw it. That really helped in winter. We didn't have to go out in the ice and snow.
Pharaoh won first place in beginning obedience. He loved going to class to meet the people and their dogs. He taught our baby Airedale the ropes (please check out Sheba's page for more pics of Pharaoh). He watched over our cats. Pharaoh was courageous, brave and was always there to protect us. It has been many years since he crossed over the Rainbow Bridge and we still miss him. PHARAOH -- May 1, 1984-January 18, 1997
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Found tied to the door of the dog pound,
A large, mixed-breed, ungainly growing pup.
Whisked away from death's door by the Shelter,
The dog no one wanted came to us.
Big feet, long legs and whip-cord tail,
His cute puppy features were gone;
But with passage of time and maturing,
The ugly duckling turned into a swan.
Named after the great kings of Egypt,
He grew large with regal and haughty air;
And marched to the beat of his own drum,
Yet kind-hearted and gentle--traits so rare.
He ran with the strides of a Thoroughbred,
Untiring, powerful and long;
Head high with tongue lolling and eyes twinkling,
He outraced the rabbits for fun.
He tracked through the backwoods and fields;
Off his golden-red coat glistened the sun.
And defended our home with such vigor,
Never afraid, he backed down to no one.
His appearance attracted attention;
Flowing coat, burnished red, touched with black.
What type of dog is it -- the question.
One-Of-A-Kind, I responded back.
He loved meeting all earthy beings,
Children, women and men, young and old.
Even puppies and kittens found safety
At his side with his heart good as gold.
By my side he walked faithfully, always;
Guarding against perils imagined or true.
Against his strong back I was steadied.
If I stumbled, he was there, right on cue.
But time, as they say, waits for no one
And the illness, malignant and cold,
Commanded I make the decision
That everyone dreads to be told.
Kind hands assisted his passing.
Tears falling and holding him near;
Did he hear my last accolade to him?
"Good Boy", whispered in his ear.
The newspaper lays in the driveway
Unfetched, as is mail in the box.
His bed has been washed and put away
His cookies in the jar stay untouched.
I walk alone down the road now,
In the silence of the cold, blowing snow.
No loyal vigilant at my side.
Just the ghost of my faithful Pharaoh.
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