Fish

FISH (I Am Going Fishing)
12/01/1996 – 09/19/2009

Fish was and will always be - ‘my big buddy’. He was the self-claimed protector of his house, and in addition to chasing away all bunnies, birds, and squirrels, he actually scared off a burglar late one night. Of course he also scared off an awning repair man, the UPS guy, and a handful of pizza delivery folks – usually by barking or growling at them with a stuffed toy in his mouth. Anyone who ever pulled into Fish’s driveway saw the curtains move as he sized them up to determine if they were friend or foe – either way they got barked at, but the tone varied accordingly. But anyone who actually met Fish soon found that he only wanted to lean on you, get a pat on the head, and if he really liked you - roo at you.
Fearful at first, Fish actually became friendlier with each passing year. On the nightly walks he insisted that we take – right to the end – he would greet everyone he met – some ‘regulars’ would even come out of their houses as we walked by just to say hi to him again.
Fish loved lying in the sun, listening to Reggae music, eating cheese, barking at motorcycles, going to Dewey, and cheering for the Steelers. I seem to miss him a little more each day, but am very grateful for the 9 ½ years that we got to spend together. I know that he is with his Elsie again, and they are running free with all of their fellow hounds. Until we meet again big buddy,
Tim Adams