Nine Milly
12-07-2007, 10:16 PM
Fourteen years ago, I was feeding my chocolate lab (Hunter). Upon returning to the house I looked up and saw a beautiful golden Ret. I excitedly said to my father "hey dad there is a golden Ret. at the door!!!" He came, and we decided to keep him until we found the owners. The owner told us that he runs away all of the time and that we could keep him if we wanted. We wanted!! Once finding out that he had similar running problems on our land, we decided to try to find a better home for him. We did. However, a week later he had traveled over thirty miles to a house just over the IN/MI state line. Our tags were still on him. The people that found him, called us. We went to get "skippy" and he lived with us for fourteen more years. Becoming, the best dog a man could have.
Yesterday, we had to have Skippy put to sleep. My dad and I were giving him his last can of food and cold brewha before we were to take him to the vet. I stepped out into the driveway while he was finishing his beer and food... and to my amazement..........there was a beautiful Yellow Lab in our driveway. I said "dad, there is a Yellow Lab in our driveway" just as I had said about Skippy fourteen years ago.
To me, it was a sign. As we were about to loose our best friend, another dog shows up in the SAME exact manor as Skippy did.
We found the owner, and he was a bird hunter, his dog was returned. My dad and I had watched Escanaba in da' moonlight the night before. So, we decided to name him "Remnar" because of my dads "Remnar Sode" like shooting that day:corkysm55. Turns out, his real name was "Remmington" We told him to get some tags on his dog and of course the odd story.
Skippy went peacefully, and is now in a better place. The last thing I could do for the old boy is share this faithful moment with my fellow outdoorsman.
Yesterday, we had to have Skippy put to sleep. My dad and I were giving him his last can of food and cold brewha before we were to take him to the vet. I stepped out into the driveway while he was finishing his beer and food... and to my amazement..........there was a beautiful Yellow Lab in our driveway. I said "dad, there is a Yellow Lab in our driveway" just as I had said about Skippy fourteen years ago.
To me, it was a sign. As we were about to loose our best friend, another dog shows up in the SAME exact manor as Skippy did.
We found the owner, and he was a bird hunter, his dog was returned. My dad and I had watched Escanaba in da' moonlight the night before. So, we decided to name him "Remnar" because of my dads "Remnar Sode" like shooting that day:corkysm55. Turns out, his real name was "Remmington" We told him to get some tags on his dog and of course the odd story.
Skippy went peacefully, and is now in a better place. The last thing I could do for the old boy is share this faithful moment with my fellow outdoorsman.