I must apologize having neglected this blog for a long time. Life went through a lot of upheavals, changes and moves. Luke passed away just before Christmas in 2014, after being reunited with his human dad in Texas, where he was born and lived most of his life before spending a few happy years under my care in CT. Now he is running in the open fields with his pals Boomer and Frisco chasing rabbits and squirrels (but never catching any).
Luke was the first of the labs I’ve taken care of to enter my life, although not directly with me. He was brought home by two of my closest friends when he was a puppy. Him and his human mom also came along when I went to the local lab rescue to look at a dog I was interested in. Luke didn’t like that dog, but we met another one that he hit if off with. He was a 102 lb yellow lab named Frisco and he came home with me. A year later my friends brought home the most adorable giant black ball of fur and named him Oliver, and the three dogs often hung out together as did we humans. Then life did a few twists and turns and Frisco and I ended up moving to CT, waving goodbye to Luke and Oliver. Frisco was 6 when I adopted him and when he got to 14 he was starting to struggle with arthritis. I did everything… acupuncture, Chinese herbal remedies, aquatherapy and so on to keep him pain free and comfortable for as long as possible. My friends knew I was going to hurt when he finally would go on, and urged me to get another dog, and that’s how Boomer, another giant yellow lab entered my life through the local rescue. Boomer was a gentle giant, and having him made it easier to say goodbye to Frisco when it finally was time a year later. Boomer wasn’t alone for very long – Luke and Oliver were in need of a temporary home due to their dad working abroad and their arrival cheered me up a lot. Handling 3 active labs – never a dull moment! And that’s when this blog was born. But devastatingly, less than 6 months after Frisco passed, Boomer was diagnosed with cancer in the spine, and within a week of getting sick he was gone too. So it was just me, Luke and Oliver after that, until my work made me move yet again in 2013. They went back to TX to their dad who had returned from aboard and I started a new life in MD.
Oliver is still doing well even though he also is getting pretty old. His eye sight is not what it was, and his back legs are prone to arthritis so the warmer weather works for him. Because I couldn’t imagine my life without a furry friend, I adopted another rescue dog in 2014. His name is Ramsey and he is probably a Rottweiler / SharPei / Aussie? mix and you will see more of him on these pages. Even though the dynamic duo can no longer share more stories of their life together, I will post new content in the future and keep the pages under the original name, honoring two very special dogs.