This post is all about Puff, told by HER.
Puffers loved going for boat rides, so much that we had to spell B-O-A-T and even then he'd head for the locker where his life jacket was kept. Dancing in circles all the way. Once he fell overboard in his excitement to talk to a pod of Dolphins where there were 3 immature dolphins. We were so afraid he'd get hurt, but they whole pod just circled around him, nudging him to keep him afloat until we circled back to pluck him out of the water. He could hear dolphins and sea turtles and manatees and would hang off the rail whimpering to them long before we could see them.
We'd take him out to the island every nice day after work. It was his dog park. He'd run around, swim, sniff at stuff and make friends with everyone that came out to watch the sunset.
He washed up fancy, but generally was a mess, since he loved being in the water and swimming and rolling in the sand. We'd just hose him off on the dock and let him roll in the grass to dry. That, plus he HATED being groomed.
Puffy belonged to the Idiot Marine, who named him Wolverine when they both were puppies.
Wolverine/aka Puff, loved playing rough house with the boys. Nothing was ever too rough.
This photo was taken right before the IM left for his first tour of Iraq.
He was even friends with the Mr., although they'd both deny it.
And like most things the children out grow, he became MY friend. Once he threw himself in front of me and a large Chow, who promptly picked him up by the scruff of his neck and tried to shake him to death.
Puffy the Braveheart.
I hope Ms. James doesn't mind that I modified her quote. I forget what it origially said.
But then, there were sad days. Pain, confusion, desperation, hopelessness....
On one of his last days with us, Bonnie gave him 2 of her toys.
Snuggled them right up next to him.
Normally she wouldn't let him walk past her toys.
And then, there were no more days.
17 years go by so fast.
And my heart is broken.
I hope you are swimming with the dolphins now.