Bear (Dalton 15-021)

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At a Glance #15-021
Golden Retriever | Born: January 2006 |
Male | 90 lbs |
Status: Deceased
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Tuesday, December 29, 2020
We had to say goodbye to Bear (Dalton 15-021) a few months ago on June 18, 2020 and it’s taken a while to grieve and work up the courage to write about his adventures. Bear joined my wife, Karen, our dog Sandy (Sandy 10-394) and me at our home in Rochester, MN during the middle of a cold February in 2015.
At the time, it was thought that he was 8 or 9-years-old, but I think his former life had been tough on his teeth and joints. His teeth were worn, and the end of his tongue was shaped like a club in a deck of cards; the tip peaked out between his lower canines. And we saw his tongue a lot!
One of his nicknames was Drool Dog as his salivary glands always seemed to be working and of course he was always smiling. Mealtimes or the anticipation of snacks would turn on the waterworks big time.
Bear loved going on walks where he and Sandy would sniff out critters and dig holes. It soon became evident how his teeth were worn down as he liked to take a bite out of the hole, spit out the dirt and go back for another load. And if he did unearth anything, he would sniff at it and move on to the next hole.
Of course this led to another Bear trait, dirty drinking bowls. He and Sandy would come home from a walk, head immediately for the water dish and lap away, leaving a small sandbar for Dad to clean out.
My favorite Bear moments were when he would stand at the front door when Dad came home from work and those big ears would tilt up. Out would come the tongue and that unforgettable smile.
Other times, he was a great hugger. I could wrap my arms around his neck, give him a hug as he leaned into me and I called him my Fuzzy Bear. Most of all I will remember his loping gait as he walked up to you with his head low and shoulders working up and down like a small brown bear - which was how he got his name.
We miss you Fuzzy Bear.