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Lifer
After over 12 years of adventures, I had to say goodbye to my buddy/friend/protector/table scrap consumer and faithful family companion Tyson (that's him last week at his (and mine) favorite spot: Olallie Lake, deep in the Oregon Cascade Mountains) Thankfully, he was able to travel with the family and enjoy one last great campout. He seemed to really enjoy a place he had grown to love over the numerous trips we've made over the more than a decade he was a part of our clan. His health rebounded during the trip, as we had decided to go ahead and bring him at the last minute despite his failing health (12 years is ancient for a dog well over 100lbs)
We just got back late last week, and last night he went downhill fast. He was a fine dog, bit few small children (me only twice!) and smelled pretty bad most of the time. He had poor social skills, but loved cats for some reason. He was a great protector and had a nasty snarl that scared the crap out of meter readers, mailmen and the like. He had a sweet disposition though, and I already miss him a bunch.
R.I.P. Tyson, old friend
Nov. 24th 1990 - August 17th 2003
We just got back late last week, and last night he went downhill fast. He was a fine dog, bit few small children (me only twice!) and smelled pretty bad most of the time. He had poor social skills, but loved cats for some reason. He was a great protector and had a nasty snarl that scared the crap out of meter readers, mailmen and the like. He had a sweet disposition though, and I already miss him a bunch.
R.I.P. Tyson, old friend
Nov. 24th 1990 - August 17th 2003