July 23, 2008 – June 3, 2016.
In case you missed it on Facebook Friday or in yesterday’s roundup post, on Friday we said goodbye to George. We knew that it was coming for several weeks now, but still hoped that we would have more time with him. Thursday afternoon, we knew that it wasn’t to be, and so Friday morning we said goodbye to him.
This post is my tribute to him.
In December of 2008, after we’d moved our chickens to the big coop in the back forty where they still reside, we lost several of them to predators. We talked about many ways to protect the chickens, and decided that we needed livestock guardians. Fred contacted a rescue about adopting a Great Pyrenees, but the adoption fees were high, and most importantly, none of the rescues would allow their dogs to be outdoor dogs, but to be inside dogs who were pampered and spoiled. Pampered and spoiled wasn’t a problem for us, but if the dogs were inside, who’d be out guarding the chickens?
I happened to pick up a free newspaper one day when we were out running errands, and in the classified section I saw an ad for Great Pyrenees puppies. Fred called and talked to the guy, who was pretty desperate to find a home for the puppies who were eating him out of house and home. We met him in Tennessee, and chose two of the three puppies he had with him.
We were so very lucky with George and Gracie – there’d been some sort of issue with their mother’s milk supply, so they were bottle raised. They’d also been around chickens and grew up around kids, so they were friendly and knew not to chase the chickens. It’s funny – I remember thinking “Wow, these puppies are big. I bet they won’t get much bigger than this!”
As I mentioned, they liked kids and people, and I’m not sure how much they would have protected the chickens against people. Any human who entered the back forty was welcomed – if someone went in with the intention of stealing chickens, I suspect that George would have helped load them up.
They were NOT sure what they thought about the pigs, but I think they eventually considered them part of the flock. There wasn’t any dog-pig intermingling (the dogs couldn’t get into the pig yard) except for the one time the pigs figured out how to burrow under the fence. They knocked over the scratch can and ate all the scratch, and when I went out and asked George why they weren’t doing something about the pigs, George told me he was no dummy and he wasn’t going to tussle with pigs who were each twice his weight, thank you.
They were rarely far from each other – they’d split up to patrol the back forty, and then flop down together. Gracie was the more playful one, and she’d goad George into playing. He would grab her tail and hold on to it. That would drive her crazy, and she’d eventually stomp off, and I swear George would laugh as she stomped away.
Gracie was always the first to spot any potential threat to the flock, and she’d race away to bark at the song bird or hot air balloon. George would take a moment or two to figure out what was going on, and then he’d follow along, barking his deep and fearsome bark. I always said that Gracie was the brains of the operation and George the brawn – they made a perfect team.
Fred built a dog house for them on the back of the chicken coop. They spent exactly one night in it, and then wouldn’t go in it again. Great Pyrs don’t really need to be protected from the elements – the worse the weather is, the more they love it. We’d look out in the middle of a rain or snow storm and see George in the middle of the back forty, sound asleep. The years we had snow, he thought it was the greatest thing ever.
His favorite places to sleep included under the chicken coop (until he got too big to get under there), in piles of leaves, in the middle of the back forty. In the past couple of years, he took to occasionally snoozing the day away in the pig shelter.
They loved Dirt Mountain so much – I think they were under the impression that we’d had it built just for them. I loved looking out there and seeing them on top of Dirt Mountain keeping an eye on their domain. They loved to run around on their mountain, chasing each other up and down, back and forth. They loved that thing.
George’s list of favorite things included (in no particular order) ear rubs, belly rubs, his morning can of dog food, his flock of chickens (as long as they didn’t try to get involved with his bowl while he was eating), snacks, sleeping, showing birds/hot air balloons/airplanes who the boss was, barking at the dogs in the neighborhood who were barking, going to the vet so the vet techs could talk about what a good boy he was.
More than anything, George loved his Gracie. They checked in with each other constantly, and they were never very far apart for long.
When we lost Gracie unexpectedly last August, we worried about George. They’d spent their entire lives together, and we feared he’d be lost without her. Overnight, he aged. He went from a relatively spry dog to an old one. He moved slowly, he slept a lot more. The light went out of his eyes. He still took pleasure in seeing us come toward the back forty, the ear rubs, the treats and occasional snacks. He did his best, but since Gracie went, we’ve lost two of our four ducks and a few chickens. Covering the entire back forty was more than one old dog could handle, it seems – he’d lost his teammate, his best friend, his partner in crime.
His decline was a slow one, but we saw it happening. He was a wonderful boy with a big heart, and was the very best good boy every minute of his life.
We had him cremated, and have ordered a stone with his name on it. Fred will lay the stone next to Gracie’s, near the coop where they liked to sleep.
George is with his Gracie now, and they’re happy. They’re barking at those dastardly songbirds, chasing off rogue hot air balloons, telling airplanes who the bosses are, and flopping down to sleep in piles of leaves. I wasn’t ready to lose George so soon after Gracie – endings always come too fast – but I’m so glad that they’re together again.
There’s an album of pictures of George and Gracie over at Flickr if you’d like to see them.
The tribute to Gracie from last August is here (I’m sure there’s a big overlap between that post and this, not only in the stories I’ve told, but in the pictures I’ve used.)
If you’re of a mind to, donations can be made in George’s name to Big Fluffy Dog Rescue, an amazing dog rescue located in Nashville. They’re on Facebook here, you can donate online here, or if you prefer to send a check, their address is Big Fluffy Dog Rescue, 1206 Russell Street, Nashville, TN 37206.
A few people have asked – and I’m sure a bunch of you have wondered, and the answer is no, we won’t be getting any more dogs. George and Gracie were the last dogs we’ll have. If we should start to lose chickens, we’ll move them back to the smaller coop near the house. We’ve already started locking them in the coop at night to protect them.
2015: “What up, laydees?”
2014: MEET THE NEW GUYS!
2013: “Lady, there’s BIRDS out there. How do I get to them?”
2012: “And also ::GROWL::” said Sugarbutt.
2011: Miss Dorfy has gone to her forever home in… (drumroll) St. Louis!
2010: No entry.
2009: “Who, me?”
2008: Kara’s all “Really? We’re still doing this, seven weeks later? REALLY? Are you KIDDING me?”
2007: Speaking of Maxi and Newt, I have to say – they are some tiny, tiny cats.
2006: No entry.
2005: If I could just bottle that energy.
So, so sad.
Good bye, dear Georgie. See you some day over the Bridge.
Hugs to you all at the Crooked Acres.
Goodbye pretty boy, hope you’re having fun with Gracie now
A beautiful tribute to a great guy. Both he and Gracie were gone too soon, but what wonderful lives they had at Crooked Acres!
Goodbye sweet George, you’re with your beloved Gracie now and that should bring us all comfort, especially your Mom and Dad.
Whosa good boy!?! Enjoy the snacks over the Rainbow Bridge, sweetheart.
so heartbroken for you and Fred, Robyn.
The internet is a funny thing isn’t it, I’m sitting here sobbing after seeing the wonderful pictures and your sweet words about a dog I’ve never met physically and yet I adored
What a wonderful tribute. I love the picture of them running on Dirt Mountain — you can just see the doggy glee in both them of, so free and having fun. I’m sorry George had to be without his Gracie for a time, and I’m sorry you lost him, it’s never easy. I try to tell myself the heartbreak is small compared to all the years of joy but who am I kidding? Sometimes that’s exactly why it’s so difficult. I guess it’s just important to be thankful for the time we do get with them. And we thank you for sharing them & their story with us, they always brought a smile to my face with their goofy, happy faces. <3
I hate crying at work. Rest in peace, beautiful boy.
I’m so sorry, Robyn & Fred. George was a good boy and now he is back with his best girl.
Such a sweet soul, he will be missed. Hugs.
I cried when Gracie died because it was so sudden and so unfair and so hard for her and you and Fred and George. I’m said for you and Fred about George, but you were able to do the last loving thing you could for him and he is happy at the bridge now.
My heart is broken. I loved those doggies so much. They just seemed to be having so much fun and their big smiles always made me smile. When Gracie died I was so worried about George. I felt so bad for him to be without his Gracie. Although I will miss him and your updates I am happy he is now with his Gracie chasing hot air balloons. I wish you and Fred peace about this loss. They are together and happy now. The hardest part for me is that on your memory calendar for June is Gracie’s beautiful face. How fitting and timely.
good dog George…..
I saw this over the weekend and was so sad. But these pups had such great and happy lives with you, and they are together again.
Tearing up here at work… I had been reading a lot of the past posts over the last couple of weeks, and seeing all the Crooked Acres posts had me thinking about George and how he was doing. I know it was heart-breaking watching him slow down and mourn Gracie. Thank you for sharing them with us all these years. We came for the kitties but we fell in love with the big, goofy Pyrs with their cookie-loving grins as they galumped over the back forty chasing birds and hot air balloons. Run care-free George and Gracie, and know that a lot of people look forward to bringing you snacks when we, too, get to The Bridge!
Beautiful tribute. I should have worn my waterproof mascara today. I’m sorry to hear that you’ve lost two ducks and some chickens, too. I’d ask which ones, but am afraid it would break my heart. So very sorry for your losses.
Good dog, George. Good dog.
I’m sad for you and Fred but it seems like it was a relief for George.
He’s done his duty and he’s with Gracie. He was such a good boy.
One last word, don’t say never, at one point your hearts and lives may be open to another dog or two but for now, no one could replace George and Gracie.
I am so so sad. this tribute to both was just lovely. I was so worried about George after Gracie died… seemed i had good reason to be. They are together now. SO SAD. Poor Robyn and Fred!!
Robyn, I know it’s not a fun chore to do, but you write such wonderful tributes to your animals. It is so evident to anyone who reads them that you are not speaking of a pet, but rather of a member of your family. I am so happy that both George and Gracie were so loved. Hugs to you and Fred. <3
Another heartbreak, so sorry for your loss. Hugs to you, Fred and all the rest of the family.
I am so very sorry for your loss. I kow it leaves a great big fluffy dog-size hole in your hearts. I have a Pyr, Bella as a LGD and she is my favorite dog ever. She is so cat-like: just likes to be near me, gentle affection and hang out together. I loved watching George and Gracie interact, since I only have one, that was special to me. Their antics, your stories…just the best. Hugs and blessings to you both, for all the extra special care you give to so many animals.
You know, I was fine reading this until I saw that picture of them running on dirt mountain.. Now I’m all leaky..
You know my heart goes out to you..
We’ve loved reading about and seeing George and Gracie over the years and hoped George would be okay without his sister. We’re going to miss posts about him. Sending hugs and purrs and a thank you for sharing your family with us.
What lucky babies to have had you both as parents!! I’m so sorry for your loss! Thank you for sharing your wonderful stories with us!
Well said, my friend. What a beautiful ode to your dogs. I have loved them over the years and my heart aches, but it is soothing to know they are together again.
We thought we commented on your last post but don’t see where we did, so we will comment on this post. We are sorry you have lost both Gracie and now George. Such adorable big dogs, evidently with a lot of personality. It’s a shame they were your last dogs, but we’re sure you have happy memories of these two.
What a beautiful tribute to George. I am sure that he missed his gracie and that they are happily reunited now
We’re so sorry to hear about George. What a lovely tribute to him. Purrs….
We will miss George. I’m sure Crooked Acres won’t be the same without him and Gracie around. 🙁
I cried when I read this on Instagram on Friday and I cried again today – mostly because the devotion of George to his Gracie was so sweet. What perfect names for this pair! And I wonder if the chickens will realize he’s gone?’
Hugs to all….
I loved seeing the Dirt Mountain photos too, you can just tell that they were having a ball. Goodbye sweet George.
Sweet George. He was fortunate to have lived such a good doggy life.
What a beautiful tribute…what a terrible loss. It is an end of an era. R.I.P., dear George. Run free forever with your Gracie.
So very sorry to hear about the amazing George’s passing. You wrote a wonderful tribute to him, and I hope you and the Crooked Acres family will find comfort in knowing you gave both him and Grace a happy and fulfilled life. RIP George!