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.
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.
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
This post just seems to get harder each year. But I will not forget my duffus Siberian Husky. I loved the way he welcomed me home every night – with his chortling and talking. It is a total Husky thing. MotH – I do want at least one more Husky and also a GSD. Yep. You have been given notice.
Bering – my sweet puppy boy
Love every once in a while how Bering would howl like a wolf. Not very often, but he still did it. Love how he probably would let a burglar in the house and showed them to the best stuff if you gave him something to eat. Duke would never ever do that. Bering totally would.
He was my* first sweet (puppy) boy. The Boy was so happy when we got him because this was one of the two dogs he always wanted. The first was a GSD and the other was a Siberian Husky. Not many kids get the exact dogs they want. The Boy came up with the name and with his geography brain he said Bering. It made so much sense. The two (dog) boys were close in age. Duke was about a year and Bering, when we rescued him was, according to the vet, about 9 months, so the dogs and the Boy grew up together. Best thing ever.
*Duke was always the MotH and the Boy’s dog. Not mine, but Duke always took care of me.
I had no idea that this was National Puppy Day. But I think that is a great idea, because I don’t think anything can make you feel better than a dog – no matter what the MotH says. I’ve loved all my pups (or puppers which how I usually refer to them.)
So today, I remember all my pupper friends. Two how I miss beyond words, and my little idiot (I’m the only one who can call him that) that I am so grateful for. Hate ending a sentence that way.
Bering – My Siberian Husky – Duke the best GSD ever
Hood – my Border Collie / Labrador Mix – My little idiot
This is not in any preference order, just as I think of them.
Peanut butter. Totally. GIR spatula really helped getting the last bit of p’nut butter out of the jar for the pups. And it’s one of those things that they just love.
Cottage cheese. They know the sound of the container opening. Even when it’s sour cream, which I don’t think they will like. But it makes the same noise, not surprising.
Any other kind of cheese being grated, except the expensive stuff (Parmesan) and I have made that clear. You cannot have expensive cheese.
But a sandwich for the Man of the House and they do know that sound (thank you Panera) and he does like to give them cheese because that’s not his favorite thing (but it is mine).
Sweet potatoes, cooked and mashed.
Eggs, several ways. Hard boiled or scrambled, or any other way they come.
I should also do a list (there I go with the lists again) of words the GSD knows. It’s quite extensive.
Duke and Bering – my best boys.
Perhaps, also, a list of all the names and nicknames we (I) call our dogs too