Ode to Copper

I am not a dog person (at least in my adulthood- a mystery to many) but Copper was the exception.  He was my parents' dog that they got for us in high school.  We all loved us some Copper Dog 'cause he was a gooood dawg.  We are thankful for all the lovin' he gave us for nearly 18 years and the great times we had with him.  I know a little boy and girl who especially loved him.  We will miss the CoppaDawg.  We are thankful to Paw and Maw for taking good care of him long into old age.  He was a good one.

With his first master... Willie.

Copper was a STRONG, manly dog.  

He was well loved by some boys turned men who certainly roughed him up.

Paw later became his master, after Uncle Will grew up.

Copper would sit on the dock and howl when Paw went out on a boat... 

A group effort saved him from drowning about 5 years ago.

A story we've retold many a times.  An ode to him wouldn't be complete without it!

Copper got thrown into the water from the dock.... hmm, it may have been a brother wanting to hold on to Copper's younger, athletic days.  But as Copper swam to shore, he started going under.  Mike, the life guard, swam over and carried Copper to shore, as people on the dock called yelled for "Dr Dennis" Ro-bert!!  Paw came running and.... resuscitated Copper! 

Copper was afraid of storms... so he got in the chair with me many a times.

 Most recently, these two little ones adored Copper. 

We loved you & already miss you a lot, Coppy!!