richsantaclaus Posted April 14, 2011 Report Share Posted April 14, 2011 Six Dog Marbles This is a story of six precious dogs that belong to my friends, Eric and Blair Petersen, who live in Plano, Texas. I had the opportunity to stay at their house and had the pleasure of meeting, petting and playing with some of their dogs – what a real treat! I was asked if I could make one marble for each dog to honor them. Here are their stories and pictures of each marble. BOODA American Eskimo white fur very dark brown, almost black eyes Because Booda was a tiny ball of white fur when I got him as a few week-old puppy, he was a real chick-magnet. Girls would walk over to see him and we both loved the attention. As he grew up, he still had all the good looks and charm of a puppy, but unfortunately, he did not like anyone getting in his face – and he nipped more than one nose. Before Blair, my wife, came along, I used to have to drive Boo (his special nickname) to my sister’s house about 20 miles away each morning before work and pick him up every night. He was a good sport going there every day, and seemed to enjoy “day care” and hang out with her dogs all day. Years later, after Blair and I moved into our first home, Booda got up on the dining room table one evening to finish off a chicken that Blair and I left there – we went out in the front yard to do something after dinner – and hadn’t cleared the table for some reason. Booda got up on the table and was standing in the middle of it, going full steam on the chicken. He paused for a moment when we knocked on the front window to get his attention – he looked at us and then went right back to his “dinner.” We were laughing too hard to stop him. Once he made the long road trip to Omaha with Blair and I (and Katie, another dog of ours). It was in the winter – and it was the first time either of the dogs had seen snow of any measurable depth. I can still remember both Boo and Katie leaping like deer through the snow. It was something to see! They seemed to instinctively take to the snow and the climate – and as much fun in the white-stuff that they were having, it was almost impossible to get them to come back inside. One time we were getting Booda to pose for a picture in my old ’78 Land Cruiser. The Cruiser had a 4” lift kit that made a normally tall truck even taller. The bottom of the windows was a good 5’ above ground. We were trying to get his attention to get him to look out the window, and unfortunately, he mistook our clapping and yelling as a sign to come to us. Boo sailed right out of the window and splattered on all fours, before recovering and running right over to us. Scared the heck out of us, and of course, we felt terrible that he jumped - thankfully he was fine. As Booda got older, he would bark at everything so Blair gave him the nickname “Bob Barker.” We also affectionately referred to him as “the shredder,” as anytime Boo could fine paper, or get in a trashcan, he would shred any and all paper leaving it strewn all around the house. It’s been almost 6 years since you’ve gone and not a day goes by that I don’t think about you - we miss you buddy. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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