Merry Christmas and a Blessed New Year,
Buddy Pat Jeff
Our Christmas card – happy, creative days! Mom estimates I was about age-5.
I barely remember that my mouth was red because I had just been to the dentist where they used red dye to help spot cavities.
My dad’s real name was Philip, but many called him Buddy.
The famous Jesus-knocking-on-the-door painting is overhead.
Rangefinder camera on self-timer with bulb flash
Harvey, my Irish Setter on my Triumph 750
He could ride for a few miles before tiring.
My father took this from in front of our house in Bloomington, Minnesota,
a few years before I moved out west — without Harvey :(
Photo of a faded print
William Wallace by my side, while Kelly sought small game — 4 years ago.
As William got older, he didn’t run as much, while Kelly would never stop investigating in his later years.
The intimate landscape I was trying to capture with the Canon is of two, red Columbine flowers and this little falls. The gentle wind was moving the Columbine just enough to thwart our effort. The telephoto lens magnifies any movement.
Grateful, I cherish this moment, together!!! How can a price tag be put on such a faithful companion?
I miss my boy.
Sony RX-100 Handheld
“That’s my boy,” I used to tell him. He was really something! We had so many adventures together.
Mom took this photo just before we drove to the vet.
Story continues below…
3/3/17 1:41pm – vet appointment was 2pm
Kelly’s hairdo was natural. I didn’t comb it that way.
Kelly loved to run, and collapsed the day before while running on the trail, just after passing me. After about a minute, he could stand, and then walk, but I knew this was probably the end, based upon a similar experience I had with my previous Gordon Setter, William Wallace. And while lying next to him later that night, the ugly sounds coming from his heart made it clear what to do.
[It’s amazing how hearts work extra hard to maintain enough oxygen, even after the valves are failing — a credit to our masterful Creator!]
After examining Kelly, the vet went in the back room to prepare the concoction, but Kelly’s heart completely gave out in front of Mom and me on its own.
So at least I never have to wonder that putting him to sleep was the right decision. But it was really hard to lose him at age-10.
I tell more of Kelly’s unique story here: Kelly – the boy nobody wanted.
Another image: (photo) Kelly – The Last Hug
The agony of my heart just before driving Kelly to the vet.
I was an only child, and have always been single. When I’ve been able to have dogs they’ve meant a lot to me!
Setters are my favorite, but Kelly was a special challenge — and reward!
I tell the story here:
Kelly’s Last Day
Kelly – the boy nobody wanted
3/3/17 1:33pm – vet appointment was 2pm
Pilgrim Lutheran School, Minneapolis, Minnesota – 8th grade
Ron (3rd from right on top row) just sent me this on Facebook.
I’m in the middle with glasses.
Darrel Knippel was our 8th-grade teacher and the principal. Very fine teacher and fantastic school! I learned a lot!
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Fluoride Free Alaska met at Natural Pantry
I’m to the left of Mom (middle)
Dustin Darden on right
I just wrote this at ToBeFree and ONEcanhappen:
I’ve had to minimize time spent on my blogs lately, as I’ve been swamped and dumbfounded by massive, multiple (actual fact), mysterious technical difficulties, one of which still isn’t fully solved after 7 weeks. But I’m pressing through, and made a new print yesterday. Hopefully, soon it will be full speed ahead, being able to present my new work until January 31 in this beautiful coffee shop just blocks from where I live.
I’ve spent more time on the phone during these seven weeks, troubleshooting, than maybe in the last seven years — seriously.