Originally Posted by lv2nymph
Here is one of myself ( Jack ) and our e-setter pup ( Bria)on the banks of Spring Creek.
Buy a bigger bed, I suspect in a few months you'll need same. 'Snuff, Snort, Wiggle (would you please move over)' will be the Rule, not the exception. Husky's now gone, but over 100 pounds, as is still Sandy.
'This side of the bed is mine, that's his ..... you get what's left.' Which wasn't much.
Arm around each and rubbing tummies. More snorts/snuff's/wiggle ins. Big heads plopped on each side of your chest.
Snort and snuff's and 'Penchant to dream;' tomorrow we get loaded in the back of the Jeep and to go where?' Water? Sandy (on a more limited basis now) would just dive in. Husker's ..... 'I will get my feet wet, beyond that I am too much of a 'Alfa Mail.' (spelling intended).
Best picture, taken by Jim Jones if memory serves ... Dead in winter and 2hander under my arm getting a fly change and 135 pounds of Husky parked between my legs. Everyone was warned not to 'just stand there with your legs braced.' The 'short horse' would wiggle between your legs as you cast.
First time he did that to me I danged near went face down in the river.
Husky now? There's a box on my desk with his ashes. He never left my side, and I'm not about to leave his.