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At a lean 125 pounds, he's formidable. Quick snuffles on
your hand and a big lick/kiss instantly lets you know you're
not going to be an appetizer as long as you show no signs of
aggression towards the eight or ten squealing kids jumping
and laughing in the pool or their gramma.
You know your place, keep it, and you will be rewarded with
loving attention. A red dot on your heart from some unknown
hidden spot comes to mind. Keep smiling when you notice it
and be nice, you will be able to leave alive and come back
another day to have fun, is his demeanor.
Big brown eyes that lovingly pierce you and short floppy
ears that discern sounds of glee with those of distress. How
would you know? He has the final say. He's boss of security.
A quick breath and he is in the pool investigating or was he
really joining in the fun? Swimming powerfully, head high in
the water, searching for anyone that may be in trouble.
I've met these old wranglers all my life. Dedicated, loving
and loyal to the end. All they ask is meager fare, good care
and a little love. They will give their all for you and
yours.
When I go to the Rainbow Bridge I know Wrangler will be
there keeping watch on all our little fur friends and I'll
bet Misty Blue, Nicky, Tinker and Shiloh will be there too.
R.I.P. Wrangler Walker 1995-2005
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