tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2814075601482219184.post4584981133557896973..comments2012-12-28T15:35:09.072-05:00Comments on Batters Up: A Tribute to HunterThe Robinsonshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11307171985952961272noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2814075601482219184.post-88128861669323750172010-06-22T17:18:39.971-04:002010-06-22T17:18:39.971-04:00Awww Jess! I am so so sorry! I know how hard it is...Awww Jess! I am so so sorry! I know how hard it is to lose a childhood/family pet and my thoughts and prayers are with you and your family. xoxoConfessions of a Northern Bellehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16327437258873935854noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2814075601482219184.post-55544809285618433792010-06-21T22:20:33.005-04:002010-06-21T22:20:33.005-04:00Oh my Jess...I'm so sorry. I am crying now ju...Oh my Jess...I'm so sorry. I am crying now just reading this. My dogs are part of my family too and so close to my heart. I hope that time heals your pain and only the memories remain that will last a lifetime. Hang in there.Ashlyn's Mommyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02251509323825182042noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2814075601482219184.post-68090558658725225582010-06-21T13:47:24.088-04:002010-06-21T13:47:24.088-04:00He was also called Humble Hunter because he never ...He was also called Humble Hunter because he never picked a fight and would submit to anything and everyone except for Jess. ;) He held a special spot in his heart for her. I could take the bone from his mouth but Jess couldn't even look at him from 20ft away without a severe growl and a teeth demonstration. He was also Humble Hunter because he had the strange habit of peeing on himself if he thought you were talking sternly to him. He would lay on the ground on his back and just let loose. We had many a laugh at that dog. He loved to swim in the river with us. One day I was about a mile from shore on the windsurfer to find a bobbing head of a golden. Hunter windsurfed all the way back to shore. Hunter was never quite the same after Kelly passed. They really were quite the pair. They loved the water and dad would lasso them to the canoe for a ride on Saturday mornings. They both had seemingly endless energy. Hunter would dip his head under the water to "see" the fish better. He would come up for air with sea weed on his head. He never timed his breathing right while underwater and always ended up choking on some of the salty water. It sounded like a dieing cow. He was our longest living dog and the one with the best memories. Sorry to see him go but glad to not see him suffer any more. Big BrotherJeremiahhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12510261833208326676noreply@blogger.com