Peat was ten years old yesterday. Aside from upping his counter-surfing game, he hasn’t changed much from Day One. Instead, we have. It might explain why we have no friends, but I’ll take that trade any day (now). As some of you probably remember, it wasn’t like this at first. I still think of the four-inch hole I put in the bedroom door in Cambridge from throwing a bone at him in madness and hitting the door instead. I came very close to re-homing him. It goes without saying, but I’ll say it anyway because I love him so much: I’m glad I didn’t.
Happy birthday Crazy Eyes, Peat, my baby.
Here are a few photos and a video I made of him a while back.
a FEW photos? !!
I’m still your friend!! And Leslie’s, and Peat’s, and Bloom’s, that’s not changing!! We must get together soon. Happy, happy birthday to beautiful sweet Peat!! At 8 years of age, my girl Cassi is also an unapologetic counter surfer, among other things, and there was a time when I also considered re-homing her. But she’s such an indomitable little bird hunter and sweet loving companion, I have no regrets that I hung on to this little spitfire. Really, re-homing her was pretty much unthinkable. OK I do admit to thinking about it maybe once or twice… but for the most part it was unthinkable, and I’m glad I never acted on it. That’s the way it goes sometimes!!
That’s a relief, Katherine! We plan to head down your way soon.
I think we all get at least one dog like that. I’m glad you worked it out.
Mine was a male griff that was mostly a wonderful dog, but he never could grasp the concept of walking on a leash—and we lived in an area where he had to be on leash a lot. But, he also had the knack of never pissing off me and my wife at the same time. Though, the on-going pain in my shoulder keeps me from being too nostalgic for too long.
Sorry about your shoulder, Ben. It’s amazing how “smart” dogs are; your griff’s knack for gauging your and your wife’s moods is hilarious. And he left you a “gift that keeps on giving.” I can appreciate that!