tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5578299375433383985.post4083692526646732429..comments2024-03-14T00:16:58.277-07:00Comments on Ordinary Guy: The DalmatianTim O'Keefehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12653709506879101775noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5578299375433383985.post-73580864725444753902010-12-12T10:55:46.226-08:002010-12-12T10:55:46.226-08:00What a gripping account! You provide such a delic...What a gripping account! You provide such a delicate balance between the turmoil and pain of the unfortunate accident and the tender beauty of your two peacefully sleeping sons. Life is truly amazing as seen from this one small moment!Teresahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05808035639351691925noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5578299375433383985.post-29499923296316251592010-12-08T02:30:45.215-08:002010-12-08T02:30:45.215-08:00This squeezed my heart. Dogs have been best frien...This squeezed my heart. Dogs have been best friends in my family since I was born. I truly, truly hope he got another dog. Kelly's right, Puppy Dog was mostly hers, but she still had hold of all of our hearts.Mamafamiliashttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04642279230675116567noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5578299375433383985.post-91396530605750792362010-12-06T20:15:06.334-08:002010-12-06T20:15:06.334-08:00I loved this; I totally cried, but I still loved i...I loved this; I totally cried, but I still loved it anyway. This makes me think of my dog. She was the family pet, but to be honest I think she belonged more to me and my dad than anyone else. We used to spend hours together, probably more time than I've ever spent with any human friends. I had a 'fort' in the sparse woods behind our house, and I would spend lifetimes back there daydreaming, planting a little garden or reading. During the summer, when the weather got to be so dreadfully hot, it was the only cool place outside the house. The dog and I used to find a bare patch of dirt, where it was so shady nothing would grow and lie down next to each other and nap for a couple of hours. (Fortunately I had a mother who didn't consider that sort of thing improper.) I can't picture myself trying the same thing now, but I never felt any unease about it then, because I felt safe as long as she was there. She never obeyed any 'orders' but always did exactly what she pleased, but I could sound a specific whistle from nearly anywhere, and before long you could hear the drumroll of her short little legs hoofing it around the corner. A few years ago we had her put to sleep; her heart and liver were enlarged and she was suffering terribly. I went to the vet's with my dad, because I didn't want her to think I had left her, there at the last. This sounds a little funny, considering I was a junior in highschool, but, you know, some things you just never grow out of. Your love for your dog is one of those, I think. Anyway, that's the only time I've ever seen my father's eyes well up. Anyway, sorry for the long story/comment, but your story brought all that back. It was kind of nice to sit here and remember for a moment, thanks.Kellyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12534602761236401559noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5578299375433383985.post-57301178328731913492010-12-06T18:03:14.988-08:002010-12-06T18:03:14.988-08:00Having heard you tell this story in person, I know...Having heard you tell this story in person, I know it's real. Still, the rain, the two big guys becoming a bit weepy, your boys sleeping in the backseat, the guy carrying his dog home to bury it - it reads like fiction. This is the perfect story and you told it remarkably well. You could never have made something like this up!<br /><br />I had a connection but I'd rather not type it here. I'll try to remember to share it with you.Mr. Hass' Classhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01966423580619691843noreply@blogger.com