We said a heart-rending good-bye to our beautiful Bullet this week.
People breed dogs for temperament , looks, and abilities, but, unfortunately, not for longevity. He was a little over 10 years old, and, for his background (we think yellow lab and German Shepherd), he was about at his life span.
Bullet taught us quite a bit. He was never a sad dog; he was all about celebrating life! Bullet bested old time humorist Will Rogers (who was noted for saying "I never met a man I didn't like"). Bullet never met a man, woman, or child he didn't LOVE! Sometimes TOO much. He was so exuberant, so joyously happy to see and greet you that it could be overwhelming. If he just met someone they became his new best friend forever.
Bullet was vocal. He barked, but only in happy welcoming when he saw that his people were home, or even if the car had just pulled in the driveway. He barked at the mailman, but only because he thought the mailman might be coming to visit him.
When you came outside with him, he would literally prance around – just as though he was the leader of a parade. Toys and playtime? Squeaky balls? Bullet would give them two paws up! As he aged, playtime became shorter, running became less – but he was still up and at 'em until about a week before he died.
In his prime, a speeding, playful Bullet was like a locomotive – clear the way or you could get flattened. He was 125 pounds of incredible power.
When fireworks happened he literally broke through the screen door to go outside, stood majestically in the middle of the backyard, raised his head and tail to the heavens and barked. Whether he thought he was protecting his family, or whether he enjoyed them and wanted to be in on the show - we don't know. We ended up buying a "bullet-proof" screen for our sliding door, and a doggie door for the backyard. He always couldn't wait to get outside when he heard those fireworks!
At home his favorite quiet past time was sitting as close to the people as possible and gazing at them with pure adoration.
Bullet was adopted from the Orange County California Animal Shelter at age 4. He must have been a loved dog, as he cherished each and every human he met. The pound said he had been "owner surrendered"; but they had no other information about his background. Something sad - a death, a lost job- had to have happened that led his being relinquished to a shelter.
Bullet will always be dearly remembered and sorely missed.
People breed dogs for temperament , looks, and abilities, but, unfortunately, not for longevity. He was a little over 10 years old, and, for his background (we think yellow lab and German Shepherd), he was about at his life span.
Bullet taught us quite a bit. He was never a sad dog; he was all about celebrating life! Bullet bested old time humorist Will Rogers (who was noted for saying "I never met a man I didn't like"). Bullet never met a man, woman, or child he didn't LOVE! Sometimes TOO much. He was so exuberant, so joyously happy to see and greet you that it could be overwhelming. If he just met someone they became his new best friend forever.
Bullet was vocal. He barked, but only in happy welcoming when he saw that his people were home, or even if the car had just pulled in the driveway. He barked at the mailman, but only because he thought the mailman might be coming to visit him.
When you came outside with him, he would literally prance around – just as though he was the leader of a parade. Toys and playtime? Squeaky balls? Bullet would give them two paws up! As he aged, playtime became shorter, running became less – but he was still up and at 'em until about a week before he died.
In his prime, a speeding, playful Bullet was like a locomotive – clear the way or you could get flattened. He was 125 pounds of incredible power.
When fireworks happened he literally broke through the screen door to go outside, stood majestically in the middle of the backyard, raised his head and tail to the heavens and barked. Whether he thought he was protecting his family, or whether he enjoyed them and wanted to be in on the show - we don't know. We ended up buying a "bullet-proof" screen for our sliding door, and a doggie door for the backyard. He always couldn't wait to get outside when he heard those fireworks!
At home his favorite quiet past time was sitting as close to the people as possible and gazing at them with pure adoration.
Bullet was adopted from the Orange County California Animal Shelter at age 4. He must have been a loved dog, as he cherished each and every human he met. The pound said he had been "owner surrendered"; but they had no other information about his background. Something sad - a death, a lost job- had to have happened that led his being relinquished to a shelter.
Bullet will always be dearly remembered and sorely missed.
We said a heart-rending good-bye to our beautiful Bullet this week.
People breed dogs for temperament , looks, and abilities, but, unfortunately, not for longevity. He was a little over 10 years old, and, for his background (we think yellow lab and German Shepherd), he was about at his life span.
Bullet taught us quite a bit. He was never a sad dog; he was all about celebrating life! Bullet bested old time humorist Will Rogers (who was noted for saying "I never met a man I didn't like"). Bullet never met a man, woman, or child he didn't LOVE! Sometimes TOO much. He was so exuberant, so joyously happy to see and greet you that it could be overwhelming. If he just met someone they became his new best friend forever.
Bullet was vocal. He barked, but only in happy welcoming when he saw that his people were home, or even if the car had just pulled in the driveway. He barked at the mailman, but only because he thought the mailman might be coming to visit him.
When you came outside with him, he would literally prance around – just as though he was the leader of a parade. Toys and playtime? Squeaky balls? Bullet would give them two paws up! As he aged, playtime became shorter, running became less – but he was still up and at 'em until about a week before he died.
In his prime, a speeding, playful Bullet was like a locomotive – clear the way or you could get flattened. He was 125 pounds of incredible power.
When fireworks happened he literally broke through the screen door to go outside, stood majestically in the middle of the backyard, raised his head and tail to the heavens and barked. Whether he thought he was protecting his family, or whether he enjoyed them and wanted to be in on the show - we don't know. We ended up buying a "bullet-proof" screen for our sliding door, and a doggie door for the backyard. He always couldn't wait to get outside when he heard those fireworks!
At home his favorite quiet past time was sitting as close to the people as possible and gazing at them with pure adoration.
Bullet was adopted from the Orange County California Animal Shelter at age 4. He must have been a loved dog, as he cherished each and every human he met. The pound said he had been "owner surrendered"; but they had no other information about his background. Something sad - a death, a lost job- had to have happened that led his being relinquished to a shelter.
Bullet will always be dearly remembered and sorely missed.
People breed dogs for temperament , looks, and abilities, but, unfortunately, not for longevity. He was a little over 10 years old, and, for his background (we think yellow lab and German Shepherd), he was about at his life span.
Bullet taught us quite a bit. He was never a sad dog; he was all about celebrating life! Bullet bested old time humorist Will Rogers (who was noted for saying "I never met a man I didn't like"). Bullet never met a man, woman, or child he didn't LOVE! Sometimes TOO much. He was so exuberant, so joyously happy to see and greet you that it could be overwhelming. If he just met someone they became his new best friend forever.
Bullet was vocal. He barked, but only in happy welcoming when he saw that his people were home, or even if the car had just pulled in the driveway. He barked at the mailman, but only because he thought the mailman might be coming to visit him.
When you came outside with him, he would literally prance around – just as though he was the leader of a parade. Toys and playtime? Squeaky balls? Bullet would give them two paws up! As he aged, playtime became shorter, running became less – but he was still up and at 'em until about a week before he died.
In his prime, a speeding, playful Bullet was like a locomotive – clear the way or you could get flattened. He was 125 pounds of incredible power.
When fireworks happened he literally broke through the screen door to go outside, stood majestically in the middle of the backyard, raised his head and tail to the heavens and barked. Whether he thought he was protecting his family, or whether he enjoyed them and wanted to be in on the show - we don't know. We ended up buying a "bullet-proof" screen for our sliding door, and a doggie door for the backyard. He always couldn't wait to get outside when he heard those fireworks!
At home his favorite quiet past time was sitting as close to the people as possible and gazing at them with pure adoration.
Bullet was adopted from the Orange County California Animal Shelter at age 4. He must have been a loved dog, as he cherished each and every human he met. The pound said he had been "owner surrendered"; but they had no other information about his background. Something sad - a death, a lost job- had to have happened that led his being relinquished to a shelter.
Bullet will always be dearly remembered and sorely missed.
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