Ivantherussian03
07-23-2007, 07:46 PM
I have been told that dogs dont have feelings. But anyone that lived with a dog might argue with that.
I lost my dog today. He was a norwegian elkhound mix. We have been together 15 years. We traveled on long road trips across the Lower 48 several times. He helped me pound out two college degrees with his quiet support. He had more frequent flyer miles than most people. he even made the trip from Nenana, Alaska by river 1000 miles down the Yukon to our home in Pilot Station; we made that trip together, just him and I by boat.
Dogs are interesting creatures, as anyone who spent time with them knows. My own dog relationship began in a truck ride. I was in college at the time, studying Russian history, and pondering life. Driving down the road and telling the dog about the history of Russia. The dog just looked at me suspiciously, sitting on the far side of the truck. When I told him about Ivan the Great and how he drove the Mongols out of Russia in 12th century, a hero. Every time I said Ivan he looked at me quizally, cocking his to the side, as if to say "what". And so Ivan chose his name; he chose his name among the many names of Russian Czars.
The name Ivan just fit him. He loved fresh snow; he rolled in it, and scoffed at it. Snapping his teeth together at the snow. He never seemed to get cold, even in 50 below.
He was good dog, and faithful companion. He loved his getting treats in the evening, and rolling in fresh snow. When I got married he became my wife's dog. he slept on her side of bed, and didnt get up in the morning until she did. I loved that dog. he passed away in my arms this morning.
I tell myself he had a great life, and it is for the best. God bles you Ivan and keep you safe.
I lost my dog today. He was a norwegian elkhound mix. We have been together 15 years. We traveled on long road trips across the Lower 48 several times. He helped me pound out two college degrees with his quiet support. He had more frequent flyer miles than most people. he even made the trip from Nenana, Alaska by river 1000 miles down the Yukon to our home in Pilot Station; we made that trip together, just him and I by boat.
Dogs are interesting creatures, as anyone who spent time with them knows. My own dog relationship began in a truck ride. I was in college at the time, studying Russian history, and pondering life. Driving down the road and telling the dog about the history of Russia. The dog just looked at me suspiciously, sitting on the far side of the truck. When I told him about Ivan the Great and how he drove the Mongols out of Russia in 12th century, a hero. Every time I said Ivan he looked at me quizally, cocking his to the side, as if to say "what". And so Ivan chose his name; he chose his name among the many names of Russian Czars.
The name Ivan just fit him. He loved fresh snow; he rolled in it, and scoffed at it. Snapping his teeth together at the snow. He never seemed to get cold, even in 50 below.
He was good dog, and faithful companion. He loved his getting treats in the evening, and rolling in fresh snow. When I got married he became my wife's dog. he slept on her side of bed, and didnt get up in the morning until she did. I loved that dog. he passed away in my arms this morning.
I tell myself he had a great life, and it is for the best. God bles you Ivan and keep you safe.