GONE TOO SOON

"WILSON"

Brio Son of TeXss

3/6/02 - 2/17/10

We will miss his unconditional love, his craziness, his beauty, and his presence in our lives. We are better for having had him, if but for a short while. He was one of God's most beautiful creatures!

Rainbow Bridge

Just this side of heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge.

When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge.
There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play together.
There is plenty of food, water and sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable.

All the animals who had been ill and old are restored to health and vigor; those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by.
The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing; they each miss someone very special to them, who had to be left behind.

They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance. His bright eyes are intent; His eager body quivers. Suddenly he begins to run from the group, flying over the green grass, his legs carrying him faster and faster.

You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again. The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands again caress the beloved head, and you look once more into the trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone from your life but never absent from your heart.

Then you cross Rainbow Bridge together....

Author unknown...

SWEATERS!!

Help everybody! I need some fashion advice. It's really cold here these days, and my fur hasn't exactly had time to grow all the way back in. Dad thinks I'm just fine out in the cold, but I was practically shivering this morning when we went on our walk. Easy for Dad to say, he had on a coat, hat and gloves. My belly, especially my scar, was turning blue. Mom thinks I need a sweater, and she really wants to buy me an R. Gile sweater. Is that some fancy designer; never heard of him.

I've been surfing the web, looking for a cool sweater to buy. Here are two suggestions; tell me which on you think would look good on my beautiful gold fur. Oh, and somebody tell me if they think I'd look good in R. Gile?

HALLOWEEN ANTICS!!

I just gotta tell everyone about my awesome Halloween night! I'm at a sleepover at Tessa's house, when I hear the doorbell ringing and ringing. Wes goes to the door; I peer around the corner, and low 'n behold I see tons of little kids everywhere. They're everywhere, I'm tellin' ya, and they've all got candy and funny costumes, and they're running around the street laughing and yelling. And, add to that, there are lots of Woobies (see older Woobie blog), in the yards all over the neighborhood. Not to mention, I'm detecting, with my keen snout/nose, a delicious aroma wafting in the air.

Now, I gotta ask ya . . . what would any red-blooded golden reliever just HAVE to do??? I may have good manners most of the time (thanks to boot camp), but this was just too big for even the best behaved dog. SOOOOO, I bolted!!! Out in the street I went!

Yep, I sliced my way through all the shrieking kids and finally tracked the source of the yummy smells. As luck would have it, the door of the smell-house opened just as I was stuffing their yard Woobie in my mouf. Again, I ask you . . . oh good grief, you know . . . I darted in their door before anyone could say BOO! It was a cool house, lots of nice people, great rooms, yummy smells. I was in heaven - a Woobie in my mouth, people petting me, potential chow . . . !

Why then, I asked, did Wes come tearing into the house, saying he's all sorry I interrupted their Halloween dinner party and took their yard scarecrow. What's a scarecrow anyway? The good smell people really liked me; I just know I coulda stayed if Wes hadn't ruined it for me. He grabbed me by my collar, dragged me outta their house, all apologetic to the people, and all mad at me. As he pulled the Woobie out of my mouf, squeezed out all the slobber, slammed it back into the ground, and took me back to Tessa, I saw that he had a tight mouth - just like mom does when I'm in trouble. Uh oh!!!

I guess it turned out alright. Wes called mom and dad and tole 'em about my misbehavior, but he was laughing pretty hard, so I thinking I'm gonna be ok. Turns out the Woobie-crow didn't die; the good-smell people invited me back to their house, and Mom and Dad found the whole story quite amusing. I'm still not so sure about Wes letting me come back to stay with Tessa. He thinks I'll be a bad influence on little Miss Perfect. What he doesn't know is . . . Tessa put me up to it!

SIX WEEKS!!

It's official; I'm six weeks from my near death experience and feelin' grand! I even got to play with my girlfriend, Ethel!! I also finally got a bath this week after waaaay too long, so my pits don't stink so much, and my people are not smelling their hands after petting me. I gotta admit, I was pretty rank. Got my claws clipped and my paws trimmed, so you'd think that I'm looking pretty good, eh? NOT!

Here's the deal. While my fur is starting to grow back where Dr. Heidi and team shaved me, and my MASSIVE chest scar is disappearing under my fur, I still look pretty weird on the sides. And . . . and . . . my old fur is falling out! Good grief, what's a dog to do. Mom says it's a result of the trauma my body endured. YA THINK????

I'm not buying that though. I happen to know that every year at this time, I "blow" my coat. That's dog lingo for losing my summer coat so I can grow my winter coat. It's just that the timing sucks this year, cuz I'm needing all the fur I can get. So in addition to having white sidewalls where I was shaved, I'm dealing with dog pattern hair loss, with big chunks of fur falling out.

That's all to say that, while I'm glad to be alive, I'm really looking forward to the day when my beautiful gold coat will be thick again, and I'll feel all handsome and manly. However, I did learn a lesson through all this: my parents love me enough to save my life (regardless of the cost), to nurse me back to health, and to love me no matter how bad I look. I guess that's just what parents do.

Thanks, Mom and Dad!

LOOKIN' GOOD!!

So, Dr. Heidi, my hot doc, gave me the once-over last week, removed my staples, and pronounced me lookin' good! (Of course, I was stylin' in my hunter green A&M t-shirt.) Not that I've ever doubted my handsome looks, but lately, my canine confidence has been slippin just a tad. Maybe when my fur grows back, I won't look so much like I was groomed by Stevie Wonder, and I'll feel all manly and cool again.

AND . . . I'll get to stop wearing those t-shirts. The worst part of the t-shirts is that when I go out to potty, sometimes Mom & Dad forget to pull it up under my pits, and I end up peeing on my shirt. Seriously, y'all, that just stinks!

But, hey, I'm ALIVE, and that doesn't stink. I'm getting to walk around the block on my leash in the morning and night. Maybe next week, I'll get to go two whole blocks - woo hoo! Barks cannot express how ready I am to roam free. . . to once again be: TAH DAH . . . FREE WILLY!!!!!!

NEAR DEATH EXPERIENCE

Howdy everyone! Dog, it's been a tough month! I thought I was headed to the rainbow bridge, but I'm back and feeling better. I gotta tell ya, it was pretty scary for me and for Mom & Dad. Thanks for everybody's prayers and concerns. I felt the love for sure.

I'm guessing that most of you know that I'm now one lung lobe short of a full deck, thanks to some nasty little lung blisters known as "blebs." Seems one of the little blebs decided to blow a hole, leaving me sucking wind, as it were. And you thought only whales have blow holes. Yuk, yuk!

So, now, after the pain and humiliation of having my entire belly and sides shaved, having my chest cut open and stapled back together, and having tubes stuck in me for days . . . now I have to wear Dad's old t-shirts every day. Mind you, it looks better than the scalped look I'm sporting under the shirt, but it's so . . . so . . . HUMAN. I mean, how would you like to have to wear a dog collar and leash? Uh . . . don't answer that . . . please!

But I digress! I'm feeling much better now, and Friday, I'm going to see Dr. Heidi, who's quite the hot chick by the way. I'm hoping she'll clear me to take some short walks, cuz I'm losing my mind with boredom. My brain is so numb, between the drugs and no activity, that I fear I've had a LOBEOTOMY . . . get it?? Repeat yuks!! Gad, I'm clever. So, come see me and I'll quit whining.

I was surfing the web today and found this awesome video that I do believe you'll like as much as I did. Here ya go (turn up your sound):

NEW PET!!

Yeh, yeh, I know I've been gone a long time. No excuses, just sleeping a lot during these dog days of summer. Deal with it.

Sooo, I am highly concerned these days about a sudden turn of events. It seems that just as I'm getting used to being an only pet, I think we're getting another one. Seriously, and this is not just any animal, I tell ya. It's a very large, scary-looking cat - a serious feline!

Now, I'm not a prejudiced dog; I swear! I'll sniff, play and romp with anything on two or four legs - not particular. And, ya gotta know that I wouldn't mind a bud to come live here with me. HOWEVER, this may be a serious mistake.

Mom's been talking and talking about getting this cat, and today, I almost wet my fur because she said she was going to the store to talk to some guy about really getting it. I was scared to death that she was bringing it home today. I was searching for places to hide, but how can you hide from a cat? They can go anywhere, high or low. Crud!!!

She didn't have it with her when she came back. I almost cried I was so relieved. However, she did ask me if I wanted to see it's picture. Oh sure! Let me see my executioner in full color; go ahead, make my day. Here's it's picture below: somebody help me!!!