Missing – Dad and Bob.

Of all the things I have ever written this is the toughest.

As this is Bob’s blog I will explain his story first.

On the 23rd of April, my best 4 legged buddy passed away. Bob has always been with me as I type my blog entries. His favourite position was to sleep on my feet and snore softly as I typed. It is an overused statement but – I miss him.

We were told, as many of you know, in March of 2018 that we would be lucky to have him with us for another month or two.

For me my emotions are like a daily rollercoaster as only four weeks before Bob, my Dad passed away. I was starting to come to terms with that loss when Bob left us.

I am still recovering from the shock of losing two strong well-loved individuals, (yes I know that Bob was to most – only a dog) who played such a big part in my daily life. In fact, in the past four years, my life has been centred around them and visits to Doctors and Veterinarians.

For Ellie, life has become a confusing place. She always had Bob with her except when she was working and even then when she arrived back home, he was at the back of the car ready to welcome her. Now when she gets out of the car she tends to stand and look around the yard as though expecting him to amble around the corner to say hello. She is not the only one who does this.

I really don’t want to stop writing the blog as I am still learning and working with dogs, but I am open to suggestions from the few who read my ramblings. But without Dad and Bob, the world has tilted.

I have visited the vets many times, as I stated above, but on that horrible evening, there was something that sort of freaked me out. The only four-legged client at the surgery was an Elkhound pup! Norwegian Elkhounds are not a popular breed here in Meath.

As always any and all comments are appreciated by me, and Ellie.

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What connects dogs to their two legged friends?

Have you like me ever wondered about the strong bond we have with our canine buddies?

Scientists believe the answer lies in their genetic makeup. But you still have to wonder how or why they choose you from the many people they have met.

I have known seven dogs in my lifetime and on each occasion I was aware that the dog chose me or the family member they arrived home with. 

I am also aware of how they are feeling from the tone and variation of the bark. Ellie, the BC is a great example, if she is searching for an individual she becomes excited and yaps incessantly at the rescue group to hurry up. When she locate s or finds the person her tone is louder deeper and slower. 

They, get to know our feelings too. And if you have ever been ill or in pain you will know what I mean. Both of our dogs seem to search our faces, stare  into  our eyes before they decide if we need their assistance or company. I have witnessed Bob attach himself to one member who is asthmatic and allergic to many things. He knows before the rest of us that an attack is on the way.

 Do you agree or disagree with any of my observations?