It was with great sadness that we buried another of our most faithful family members. For fifteen years he gave all our grand children and great grandson happiness and joy. He would get so excited whenever he heard a car pull in the driveway. Despite stories to the contrary, he loved their hugs, kisses and never ever raised his voice in anger. All who have backpacked with him loved him and considered him a friend. He never chased a wild animal, never showed any animosity to any one or any thing. He did, however, always move to the edge of the campsite and stand guard if any of those pesky wild animals such as deer dared come too close. He would never give chase or even bark unless they transgressed into the camp proper. Deer have passed within a few feet of him and he just sat and watched. We have come across newborn fawns and he would backstep so as not to frighten them. He would even share his supper with the Clark's Nutcrackers that came to steal his food.
If I called "trail" he would move off the trail (to the downhill side) and sit and wait for horses, dogs, kids, are whatever to pass buy. A family could ask for no better member than Tank.
Rest in Peace Tank,
March 2001-June 13, 2015
He never met a kid he didn't like
He never hiked a trail that was too long
But he was the worse black lab hunting dog I ever had. He just wanted to love everything and every body, including the little cottontail rabbits hiding in the woodpile.
If I called "trail" he would move off the trail (to the downhill side) and sit and wait for horses, dogs, kids, are whatever to pass buy. A family could ask for no better member than Tank.
Rest in Peace Tank,
March 2001-June 13, 2015
He never met a kid he didn't like
He never hiked a trail that was too long
But he was the worse black lab hunting dog I ever had. He just wanted to love everything and every body, including the little cottontail rabbits hiding in the woodpile.
