Old Dogs: Are the Best Dogs

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This book is a tribute to every dog who has made it to that time of life when the hearing and eyesight begin to go, when the step becomes uncertain, but when other, richer traits ripen and coalesce. It is when a dog attains a special sort of dignity and a charm all his own.

If you've known a favorite old dog, you'll find him or her on these pages. Your dog might go by a different name and have a different shape, but you'll recognize him or her by the look in an eye or the contours of a life story. There is the dog who thinks he is a house cat; the herder, the fetcher, the punk and the peacock, the escape artist, the demolition artist, the patrician, the lovable lout, the amiable dope, the laughable clown, the schemer, the singer, the daredevil, the diplomat, the politician, the gourmand, and the thief. Plus, as a special bonus, you will find the first Latvian elkhounds ever photographed.

Old Dogs is a glorious gift book and a fitting tribute to that one dog you can't ever forget.

What Customers Say About Old Dogs: Are the Best Dogs:

"I" would be ashamed to admit (publicly) I was so weak. Deal with it. This book is many things MORE than, "a few sad stories". She doesn't even have enough 'Intestinal-Fortitude' to (offer as a gift) something ("Old Dogs") which contains examinations & excerpts from VERY real parts of this journey called, "life". Get a dog (or, a cat) & 'feel' something, for-once-in-your-life. How sad that, the ONLY comment Karen could make was NEGATIVE (AND, with it) she shows how pathetic her grasp of "life", truly is. ALL of these attributes go hand-in-hand with--sadness.

- (to the WEAK & INFIRM, of mind & spirit): Find-your-Back-bone. To return it for such a reason is apalling. NOTE. Like MOST women (she) HAS to have it HER way &, she, "just couldn't bear" a teensy bit of sadness (in her life), from a BOOK--NO less. Dogs give so-much-for-so-little: warmth, kindness, companionship, fun, humor, loyalty, passion, (yes--from dogs); ahhh--were the human race so inclined. Re-examine your life (&) this book.

What a treasure this book. Purchased as a gift for a dear friend. It is best enjoyed privately, I believe.

Being a animal lover and having recently lost my own elderly dog, I enjoyed this book. Wish it would have been longer, but some of the little stories are delightful.

A friend of mine mentioned seeing this book in her vet's office. I made note of that and bought it for her birthday. She loves the pictures in the book and the stories that are told along with them.

He stretched out for hours on the sand and let the Gulf of Mexico waters tickle his paws. He collapsed in paralysis a few minutes later on the back porch and died on the way to an animal emergency clinic about an hour's drive from the house. I'm in trouble now, boss." He crumpled a bit with the second strike. But I didn't realize how dramatic the end would be.Because Sawyer could not navigate stairs, I purchased a customized canvass carrying bag that allowed me to insert his four legs into separate holes and snap a handle together across his spine--a Sawyer suitcase for toting his reduced 56-pound frame wherever his legs could not go. I am growling, however, because this book reminds me of my own experiences with old dogs, so I will share my favorite story in this review.Sawyer was my 13-year-old black Lab whose arthritis finally got the best of him in 2008.

When I rented a house on Galveston Island, I believed it would be his last vacation there. There's also another section there with more shots of different dogs from around the world called "Leader of the Pack." Be our guest and let me know what you think.Sawyer is survived by another old Lab named Shane. And, I realized quickly I was barking up the right tree here with purchase of an expensive hardback book in which the authors were clearly not dogging it. A couple of times the old man even stood up and ducked his snout in the foam.

Then I watched a huge rattler bite sink fangs into his chest and jerk him further into the scrub. He still had that Sawyer smile.If you want to meet Sawyer, I still have a memorial on my web site, "Taylor's Hole in the Web" at http://home.comcast.net/~gtaylor713. Although he could no longer romp in the surf chasing tennis balls as he had in his youth, Sawyer still seemed to be enjoying himself. I'd swear he was laughing again, but it's hard to tell with Labs who seem to wear a permanent smile anyway.The reverie ended about 9:30 the night of June 24, 2008, after I took him down to the water for his nightly whiz before bed. Ever since his old buddy died, however, Shane has refused to stay in my backyard where they both grew up together.

As a big fan of geriatric canines, I howled for this book from the moment I heard about it. I thought for a moment I'd have to wade in after the old guy. Then I saw him crawling out and moving back toward the trail. I was with him in the rear of the van when I actually witnessed the life vanish from his body. As I motioned him back toward the trail, I saw the first rattlesnake strike. Maybe Sawyer has a ghost.And we had our revenge two months later when Hurricane Ike stormed across the island destroying that house. He still managed to take shorter walks as an Ascripton and glucosamine addict, and I wanted to give him one last visit to the beach since his time appeared to be drawing near.

I turned on the TV and saw film of rattlesnakes running from the storm. On the way back to the house, I noticed he had veered off the path about a dozen feet to my left and into a knee-high stand of scrub brush. Sawyer looked up with a whimper and sad eyes that said, "Oh, oh. He turns 13 in 2009 but is still running around like a puppy. I don't believe they had anywhere to go.Now, after wagging my tail and scratching out four stars on my review of this book, I need to go see a man about a dog.