Originally Posted by StrykersPerson View Post
A Doberman AND a John Deere in ONE photo?
What a beautiful picture!!!
I am serious.
Thks, that JD 318 was made in 1992 & still mint - original paint & low hours.
- photo was taken, several years ago after I got it home
Dad was occupied in the detached garage while senior Amy would sun bathe on the paved driveway.
- on nice summer days / but this time, a new green toy occupied the driveway
- since she protects the property & loved ones anyway
- what better place to lay down for an afternoon nap, right beside the borrowed Ski-Doo trailer
- she always impressed us, my stuff was her stuff...
Our bond was almost unreal & she was my true heart dog / a gift from heaven, we shared a loving life with:
- when she was several months old, I stopped Amy puppy from getting brutally attacked by a pair of GSD's that got out of a back yard
- I called puppy who darted through the K9's and behind Dads legs to safety
- next I offered my forearm up, to head-off the advancing GSD attack
- I was calm, confident & projected "someone gonna die here, and it won't be me or the pup"
- I'm sure little Amy comprehended that Dad saved her young life by putting my very own body, in harms way.
Years later Mom was about to be seriously attacked, by a GSD/Lab mix.
- and Amy came running to guard Mom, and sub-missed the bigger dog
Everything about raising a dog, is BUILDING A BOND & SHARING TRUST
And below photo conjures up another favorite reno. story, former Amy was not content, with that 4x8ft sheet of plywood blocking her view of Dad driving up the driveway...LOL:
..........We have lived in the same house, past 32 years and just moved last week.
In our first home, Tanya lived half of her adult live there & Amy's entire time there.
While Amy also enjoyed her last senior year, at the renovation job site most days.
- in essence, the fixer up project was Amy's second home / she never really left, the place.
- it was part of her makeup
Fond memories with Amy at the newer place, in her final year:
- like the day she escaped the house and waited contently for her Dad on the front cement porch, while I was off with the carpenter having a quick lunch for half an hour / we drive up the drive way, and there she is laying outside
(almost made me question, why I locked her behind the front door, in the first place)
- or the time she let one particular man (of questionable ethics) out of his car in the drive way but stopped him dead in his tracks, so he couldn't get to the front door...until I called her off & praised her for protecting me from potential business evils...
Amy looked for and found an escape route (back left door open), because a sheet of plywood covered the front window.
- and she couldn't monitor the place or properly watch for her good buddy Dad, while I was briefly gone for lunch