Pete and Ronald Reagan

I could never say of my human children that one was my favorite. I break the rule with my furry ones. Of the five dogs we own, Pete has always been number one. He was the first of the five, born November 2, 2006. I acquired him along with his mate, Sassy, when they were two months old. Sassy is no longer with us because I lost her to my grandson who fell in love with her when I went on an extended stay in 2008 to Gainesville, Florida where he and my daughter live. Sassy is still Connor’s best friend.

Pete is never far from me, especially since his failing sight has lately begun to deteriorate to the point he depends on me to be his eyes. He can no longer make it down the stairs off our back deck (or up them) without assistance. So I carry him out and back in. If I let him out into the front yard which requires only one step off the deck, he can follow the other two toy poodles, Little Red and Lucky, until they eventually move too fast for him. That being the case, I pick him up and bring him back through the front door because he is unable to find his way through it. In other words his world is shrinking.

So I went on an internet search and found halos for blind dogs. Muffin’s halos was the best I could find :

https://muffinshalo.com/product/muffins-my-blind-dog-halo

I am so looking forward to its arrival. If it can help Pete as much as the dogs written about in the reviews, Pete’s world will improve. I’m hoping. I’m praying.

I started thinking how to express what this little 5 lb. dog means to me. Then I remembered the story of Senator George Vest’s “Tribute to a Dog.” It is most remembered as an episode of “Death Valley Days” starring Ronald Reagan playing Mr. Vest and representing a young boy in a suit against a neighbor who had shot and killed his dog. The following is a transcript followed by the performance. If you own a dog you cherish you will be touched deeply:

“Gentlemen of the Jury: The best friend a man has in the world may turn against him and become his enemy. His son or daughter that he has reared with loving care may prove ungrateful. Those who are nearest and dearest to us, those whom we trust with our happiness and our good name may become traitors to their faith. The money that a man has, he may lose. It flies away from him, perhaps when he needs it most. A man’s reputation may be sacrificed in a moment of ill-considered action. The people who are prone to fall on their knees to do us honor when success is with us, may be the first to throw the stone of malice when failure settles its cloud upon our heads.
The one absolutely unselfish friend that man can have in this selfish world, the one that never deserts him, the one that never proves ungrateful or treacherous is his dog. A man’s dog stands by him in prosperity and in poverty, in health and in sickness. He will sleep on the cold ground, where the wintry winds blow and the snow drives fiercely, if only he may be near his master’s side. He will kiss the hand that has no food to offer. He will lick the wounds and sores that come in encounters with the roughness of the world. He guards the sleep of his pauper master as if he were a prince. When all other friends desert, he remains. When riches take wings, and reputation falls to pieces, he is as constant in his love as the sun in its journey through the heavens.
If fortune drives the master forth, an outcast in the world, friendless and homeless, the faithful dog asks no higher privilege than that of accompanying him, to guard him against danger, to fight against his enemies. And when the last scene of all comes, and death takes his master in its embrace and his body is laid away in the cold ground, no matter if all other friends pursue their way, there by the graveside will the noble dog be found, his head between his paws, his eyes sad, but open in alert watchfulness, faithful and true even in death.”
George Graham Vest – c. 1855

See Ronald Reagan’s performance:

 

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