There is a line in Emma that Mr. Knightley says something that seems to fit this experience.
“If I loved you less, I might be able to talk about it more.”
That is how I feel about my little Ber.
As much as I love my Hoodie-boy, I still miss my little Ber. He was always called little because he was smaller than the big dog (Duke). Honestly, I think he may have been a really heavy Husky, kind of barrel shaped, but he carried it well. And no matter what, that beautiful face is what charmed everyone anyway.
I always thought Duke was handsome – at least to me – but Ber was a bit unusual and people just flocked to him. I do miss my little Bering boy. Yes, he was upside-down for this picture. I have not turned it. And do love the snow nose.
Miss you my sweet boy.
I am not sure this will ever get easier, but I do miss my big dog. I want another GSD, but I just do not think he will ever measure up to my Duke.
Duke was a strange combination of total laid-back dog and guard dog depending on the circumstance. I miss him every single day. And I will get another GSD – sooner rather than later.
He loved peanut butter, cottage cheese, sweet potatoes, any other kind of cheese, boiled eggs, ham, chicken, chicken water (what you boil the chicken in), turkey, more peanut butter and more sweet potatoes. So spoiled. But that is my job.
To my big boy – My Duke, big dog, puke (sorry, it was a nickname), brown, the best boy ever. And my very best guard dog.
Every single day I miss you.
The best Dog in the world would have been 13 today – my Duke. I miss him every single day. No matter what other dogs I have they will not replace him – ever.
Is that wrong? I do not think so. There is only the one Dog you love more than all the others. You just cannot help it. I am not sure I will ever get over it. But, that being said, I do want another GSD. He will never be Duke, but I think he will make me happier than I am now.
When we lived in North Carolina and had the ice storm of 2002, we laid in the bed and listened to the pine trees bend and break – they sounded like rifle shots – and you just hoped they did not fall into the roof. That was a long night. I made the mistake of saying that I could handle a hurricane better. I have an excuse – we had no electricity and no real fire wood for the the unused fireplace and it was 17 F outside. We took everything out of the Fridge and put it on the back porch – it was colder than the Fridge with no power.
Wow – it was so great to have friends – it made a world of difference. One friend had another friend that could give us real wood for the fireplace. Another friend lent us a hotel room to take a shower. Thank you Carolina Inn. And I still went to work. We had events to do.
Little did I know that we would get a hurricane just a bit over two years later in Pensacola. Ugh. We are in hurricane alley after all. This is why you do not say things like, “I could handle a hurricane better.” No really. Do Not Say This.
But the interesting thing is that an Ice Storm and a Hurricane smell the same – they both smell like a Christmas tree lot – it is the pine tar. So very similar.
Ivan was a major nightmare for our region, but we deal with it. It is just what we do. And the damn storm came back for us again. 2004 was a year. Indeed.
The Boy just decided that this day was the little dog’s birthday. He was a rescue from friends that found him after Hurricane Katrina – Huskies are know to run in storms. Actually run at any time. They just do that. We had two vets check for chips and nothing – how can you not chip your dog??
You know that the Boy only wanted two dogs – a German Shepherd Dog and a Siberian Husky. How do you disappoint a Boy. I have to admit I did not want this Husky – he seemed to be a barker, but that was just a mistake on my interpretation. The Boy picked the name – from the Bering Sea. Huskies don’t really bark and when he got to our home and was with our German Shepherd Dog they were the best of friends. Duke (GSD) was about 3 months older than Bering (SH).
I do miss him, and I think about him so much that I want another Siberian Husky. You just have to love that snow nose.
I seem to get into a mood for chicken salad every so often. It really is kind of dead simple, but it takes, to my mind, a bit of finesse.
I poach the chicken breasts in just plain water. I could do it with salt, peppercorns, and a bay leaf or so, but if I do that I cannot share the chicken water with the pups. I would never deny them one of their favorite things – chicken water. It is amazing how fast they (or I should say Hood) realize what I am up to. I think it takes about a nano-second. Top it off with hard boiling some eggs and dogs just about lose their minds. It is kind of fun. To make your dogs so happy, by doing something that makes you happy too. I will not wax on about how I want another German Shepherd Dog at this point, but I really really do want another. He would never be Duke, but …. yep, I will just stop right now.
No GSD will ever be better than my Big Dog. I miss you.
Back to chicken salad. I know you can make it with rotisserie chicken, but I am old school and like a poached chicken in this application. That along with a couple of hard boiled eggs*, a shallot, and some (peeled) celery. Of course Duke’s mayonnaise – a requirement in the South, a good pinch of salt and some pepper, and maybe a little lemon juice, just to brighten things up a bit. Then all you need is some fresh white bread spread with a little more Duke’s mayonnaise, and maybe another pinch of salt. That is amazing lunch.
MotH’s mom makes chicken salad with grapes and nuts and I do so love her for that, but I know the MotH and the Boy would just boycott that, even though it would be great for me. And it usually is – we share chicken salad and boiled collards. The boys just do not get it.
* The easiest way to make an excellent hard boiled egg that is still lovely (read: not green around the edge), is this: Put eggs in a pot, cover with about an inch of water and bring to a rocking boil. Then remove them from the heat and cover the pot with a lid. Let sit for 13 minutes and you really have just about the best boiled eggs there are – just cover with cold water and crack them a bit against the pot and then shell. There it is – just make sure you have at least a couple for your dogs.
Today is National Dog Day, so I think I will begin operation Get Another Dog in earnest now. Up to this point, I have been casually dropping hints that the MotH* has consistently ignored, but I think I will put the spurs to it, as it were, and actively start looking for a dog that I want.
That raises the question – what kind of dog do I really want? My first knee-jerk reaction would immediately be a German Shepherd Dog, but I am wondering if that makes sense going forward. I would always compare any GSD to Duke and I just do not think it could possibly measure up.
And then there is Bering. The Boy wanted two types of dogs, a GSD and a Siberian Husky. When our friends rescued a Husky right after Hurricane Katrina, I was not enthusiastic. It seemed that he was noisy. Guess I did not know anything about a Husky. The Boy picked the name, it was the Bering Sea. And lord help me, the Husky was beyond words beautiful. I miss my little puppy friend. It is a damn shame that cancer took him at six years despite all the efforts we made.
Then we got the idiot. He was bred to be a service dog. The group thought that mixing a Border Collie and a Lab would make a good service dog. Funny, but I do not think this group will try to make that mix again, since 3 of the 4 of that litter totally washed out. But he is my little idiot and no one else can say that about my dumb little boy. He is my Hood. This the picture when I knew he was mine.
*Man of the House