JPhil
Huh?
Big Ace the Wonder Dog is sniffing the tops of the clouds now.
I bet they have a lot of good sniffing.
He lived to sniff.
Flat coat retriever.
Retriever! ha ha ha ha ---he'd laugh too at the textbook description of his breed. He often did laugh at himself, he did not take himself too seriously, he could laugh. He laughed a lot. He enjoyed life
Sniffer---Loves----loved---no still does! live to sniff. Retriever? I've watched him (laughing to myself!) follow nose to ground pushing the snow sniffing 10 feet behind a waddling duck through the snow----absolutely no interest in the duck itself but completely entranced in sniffing the scent of the duck's tracks, oblivious to the actual duck just a few feet ahead.
So much to sniff! He even loved sniffing garages, shops--- he made my hot rod buddies laugh so hard, sniffing around the solvent tank, the trench drain (whoofing & sneezing with laughter!), as well as the dumpster in the parking lot---"Yeah yeah goodtameetcha howyadoin No dont want no beer, makes me sneeze, clogs my sniffer--lemme sniff the trashcans, the corners, what else ya got?" Not scared by air tools & compressors or anything. Hell I'd have to say "Move Ace! I'm working here!" Got his tail pinched more than once by the creeper wheels.
A walk around the block could take an hour---walk 20 feet, sniff for 3 minutes--repeat as needed---the only reason to walk was for the sniffing and my Dog! there is so much to sniff in the world how can anyone possibly sniff it all? Long walks took several hours
Ah, one can only try, try to do one's best.
He took pride in his work. To sniff all that needed to be sniffed.
"Retriever? What??--You want me to go get that stick and bring it back to you? Well then why the hell did you fucking throw it away?? Go get it yourself you dumb human. "Come" you call? "Come, Ace!" Yeah, yeah, I hear you. I'll be there in a moment, when I'm done here. I got shit to sniff--and if you, you human! had any sense, you'd be right here with me sniffing this stuff too!"
Squirrels!! Squirrels in the yard! My Dog squirrels are the scourge of all that is sacred! The squirrels must be vanquished from this earth! Oh if there is no other passion on this earthly plane it is to rid the universe of squirrels and before my Dog I pledge on bended knee before the court to do my best to never allow a branch bended or apple bitten by a squirrel in my yard! And he would chase and bark and keep at bay to the best of his ability the squirrels.
Caddilac versus MG--but sometimes the Caddy wins --using strategy. (Ha ha ha ha !!! and a good driver!! And Mr Ace is a Good Driver! oh yes....he knew the the limitations but also the advantages of his.....vehicle.--
And yet I have seen him--when he had a squirrel dead to rights, dead in his jaws with no escape--he would pause. Give the squirrel an out, a second to escape. He would be inches behind chasing it up the tree--but he would grant the squirrel life, for another joust to come.
A friend to everyone
Especially little human puppies
Look you straight in the eyes, no aggresion, no fear.
Curious. Affable. Amiable. Friendly. Confident, at ease.
"Hi, howyadoin'?Who are you?Glad tomeetcha!I'll walk with ya OK?, got somethin to eat?Yes? Hey great!WowThanks! No, That's cool,See ya later, OK?"
When in the house and any intruder came along (such as the mailman attempting to break in, banging the mailbox) he barked and barked and was succesfull at scaring them off. However, when we were outside, mowing the front yard or scooping the snow, he was ambassador & escort & friend to all who came along the walk, including the mailman.
I describe him as 'an old sailor'--always open for an adventure, open to anything. Eager to make friends, a friend to anyone & everyone. But! Young Bucks beware---if you want to start something, he'll take you up on it and see it through to the end--The End. Depending on how that End turns out, he'll either buy you a beer afterwards or sniff your fresh carcass & then pee.
And expect no less in return.
He never bragged. But--it ain't bragging if it's the truth.
And he had the proof.
You're a better dog than I, Gungha Ace.
A better man, too.
The kitties helped. Tunia was with him in the morning before I found him, and Lopi sat purring with him while he died.
Me too.
He went to the Colorado State University Veterinarian School, a well respected place, so that future vets could learn from him. He has much to teach them, he had many problems they can learn from him to help others. He would be happy--he is happy ---to help others, he always was and
and and
Im crying
Big Ace The Wonder Dog
the world is so full of wonder
wonder why and wonder at and just be in wonder of it all........and happy to be in wonder despite all the pain it brings
goodbye Ace
Thank you. Thank you, Ace
Mr Ace.
I bet they have a lot of good sniffing.
He lived to sniff.
Flat coat retriever.
Retriever! ha ha ha ha ---he'd laugh too at the textbook description of his breed. He often did laugh at himself, he did not take himself too seriously, he could laugh. He laughed a lot. He enjoyed life
Sniffer---Loves----loved---no still does! live to sniff. Retriever? I've watched him (laughing to myself!) follow nose to ground pushing the snow sniffing 10 feet behind a waddling duck through the snow----absolutely no interest in the duck itself but completely entranced in sniffing the scent of the duck's tracks, oblivious to the actual duck just a few feet ahead.
So much to sniff! He even loved sniffing garages, shops--- he made my hot rod buddies laugh so hard, sniffing around the solvent tank, the trench drain (whoofing & sneezing with laughter!), as well as the dumpster in the parking lot---"Yeah yeah goodtameetcha howyadoin No dont want no beer, makes me sneeze, clogs my sniffer--lemme sniff the trashcans, the corners, what else ya got?" Not scared by air tools & compressors or anything. Hell I'd have to say "Move Ace! I'm working here!" Got his tail pinched more than once by the creeper wheels.
A walk around the block could take an hour---walk 20 feet, sniff for 3 minutes--repeat as needed---the only reason to walk was for the sniffing and my Dog! there is so much to sniff in the world how can anyone possibly sniff it all? Long walks took several hours
Ah, one can only try, try to do one's best.
He took pride in his work. To sniff all that needed to be sniffed.
"Retriever? What??--You want me to go get that stick and bring it back to you? Well then why the hell did you fucking throw it away?? Go get it yourself you dumb human. "Come" you call? "Come, Ace!" Yeah, yeah, I hear you. I'll be there in a moment, when I'm done here. I got shit to sniff--and if you, you human! had any sense, you'd be right here with me sniffing this stuff too!"
Squirrels!! Squirrels in the yard! My Dog squirrels are the scourge of all that is sacred! The squirrels must be vanquished from this earth! Oh if there is no other passion on this earthly plane it is to rid the universe of squirrels and before my Dog I pledge on bended knee before the court to do my best to never allow a branch bended or apple bitten by a squirrel in my yard! And he would chase and bark and keep at bay to the best of his ability the squirrels.
Caddilac versus MG--but sometimes the Caddy wins --using strategy. (Ha ha ha ha !!! and a good driver!! And Mr Ace is a Good Driver! oh yes....he knew the the limitations but also the advantages of his.....vehicle.--
And yet I have seen him--when he had a squirrel dead to rights, dead in his jaws with no escape--he would pause. Give the squirrel an out, a second to escape. He would be inches behind chasing it up the tree--but he would grant the squirrel life, for another joust to come.
A friend to everyone
Especially little human puppies
Look you straight in the eyes, no aggresion, no fear.
Curious. Affable. Amiable. Friendly. Confident, at ease.
"Hi, howyadoin'?Who are you?Glad tomeetcha!I'll walk with ya OK?, got somethin to eat?Yes? Hey great!WowThanks! No, That's cool,See ya later, OK?"
When in the house and any intruder came along (such as the mailman attempting to break in, banging the mailbox) he barked and barked and was succesfull at scaring them off. However, when we were outside, mowing the front yard or scooping the snow, he was ambassador & escort & friend to all who came along the walk, including the mailman.
I describe him as 'an old sailor'--always open for an adventure, open to anything. Eager to make friends, a friend to anyone & everyone. But! Young Bucks beware---if you want to start something, he'll take you up on it and see it through to the end--The End. Depending on how that End turns out, he'll either buy you a beer afterwards or sniff your fresh carcass & then pee.
And expect no less in return.
He never bragged. But--it ain't bragging if it's the truth.
And he had the proof.
You're a better dog than I, Gungha Ace.
A better man, too.
The kitties helped. Tunia was with him in the morning before I found him, and Lopi sat purring with him while he died.
Me too.
He went to the Colorado State University Veterinarian School, a well respected place, so that future vets could learn from him. He has much to teach them, he had many problems they can learn from him to help others. He would be happy--he is happy ---to help others, he always was and
and and
Im crying
Big Ace The Wonder Dog
the world is so full of wonder
wonder why and wonder at and just be in wonder of it all........and happy to be in wonder despite all the pain it brings
goodbye Ace
Thank you. Thank you, Ace
Mr Ace.
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