This is my Auggie. Well, he was eventually my Auggie. Mostly he was my Son's dog. When he came to live with us a major life force entered our lives. That is probably the understatement of the century. He really just tolerated me until the last year of his life. Then he needed me to lift him in his special body sling and carry him in and out, to the food and water, to his bed. He weighed 135 lbs at that time. I developed flabby biceps. He was so grateful and calm, not his usual demeanor. Trained as a guard dog, he tolerated little close contact. That changed dramatically after a fall down the steps and the subsequent back and hip injury. He was loving and happy at the end. One year later I miss him as if he just left. Good dog. |
This is one of his intense-looks. A very determined and loyal animal, Auggie loved to be clean, bathed and turned out. He was a proud guy, and made sure that everyone knew if he was in the room. |
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