Tracker -- 1994-2008
What a great dog. We got Tracker in the Spring after our last dog Duke died in our kitchen one night in October, 1994. Duke was a West Highland White Terrier and was a lovable dog, too.
Tim spent the entire winter on the computer and at the library researching dogs. He made lists of breeds.
Then in the Spring of 1995 we went to the Detroit Kennel Dog Show to check out the various dog breeds on his list.
A late addition to the list was the Border Terrier. The newspaper had run a special section on the dog show and they featured the Border Terrier in the article.
At the show, everyone we talked with about this breed loved their dogs. I remember one owner who had two Border Terriers named Hoover and Eureka because they loved to chase vacuums (turns out Tracker did, too.)
We found a breeder in Saline, Michigan who has some 6-month old Border Terriers for sale. Tim fell in love with one of them named Tracker and we brought Tracker home that day.
Border Terriers are wonderful dogs. They love people and always want to be around you. If you sat down on the couch, Tracker would want to lay right next to you. Right on your hip.
He slept in our bed. As a pup, we tried to get him to sleep in a kennel in the laundry room, but he would have none of that.
And he was stubborn, just like most terriers.
And boy could be bark! Border Terriers were bred to go underground to hunt badgers and the hunters in England wanted to hear the dogs underground. Thus, the loud bark. Tracker did not bark often (usually when someone came to the door), but when he did it just about hurt your ears. And, as usual, after an outburst of several barks, Tracker would go back to quietly laying down by our side as if nothing had happened.
He never ran away. He would go outside without a leash and come back when called (usually!).
He was always glad to see you when you came home and he always cheered you up.
But, he got old. Really old for a little dog and now he is gone.
We miss Tracker greatly. To this day, I still come downstairs thinking that I will have to let Tracker outside.
But, sadly, no more.
He was a great dog. He is greatly missed.
2 comments:
Just wanted to say that I think our family was fortunate to have some of the best dogs in our life. Between Duke and Tracker, we were spoilled. I'd also like to point out that they were exact opposites of what their breed said they would be. Duke was supposed to hang out in the yard, but took off like a bat outta Hell every chance he got. But Tracker was the the one who also hung around the house. I think that Trackers toughness and genuine love for us is what will always stand out to me. Never one to complain or cuase problems, Tracker held up his end of "Mans Best Friend" as well as "Muirs Best Friend". R.I.P little Buddy.
"See you in 15 minutes"
Well, it happened again today.....as I was leaving the house, I turned around and said, "See you in 15 minutes" to Tracker. But he wasn't there. Every time this happens, I miss him all over again! I find myself talking to him all day long. He meant more to me than I realized........ so appreciate all the things in your life that you love :) And to Tracker, I say, "see you in 15 minutes" because he never knew what time it was, and I WILL see him someday again.
Love you always, Tracker xxxxx
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