Wednesday, February 2, 2011
Companion Dog Excellent
Miles died today. He was only 13 and never had a sick day in his life. I found him this afternoon when I got home from work. I thought he was sleeping. He wasn't. He died calmly and without drama just like he lived. Always a gentleman.
Miles was my son's dog. His 4-H project that he bought with his birthday money. He wanted a Sheltie and I wasn't so sure I did. All that hair...and aren't they yappy?
We found a good breeder and went to see the only puppy left. He wasn't as flashy as his brothers and sisters so he was still available. My son signed the papers, handed over the money and named his new puppy Miles. We took him home and that night when we went to bed we put him in his crate and didn't hear a peep out of him until morning...always a gentleman.
That was one puppy that was lucky to not be so flashy. His puppyhood was spent being doted on by a boy and his enthusiastic 4H club. Although still my son's dog, I took over his training when the boy moved on to other things.
He was the first dog I clicker trained and he loved to work. Show him something three times and he had it. He loved obedience, agility and even dabbled in tracking one summer.
Miles was a cherished member of our family and will be missed but don't spend a moment feeling sad for him. He had the best life a dog could have had.