A Super Little Beagle Who Name is SPOT, White, Black & Brown are the color of his hair. Love to walk and be your side of the chair for you to pet him as long as possible. Not your normal outside hunting dog but one who LOVES the inside and the good life in the Dunckel Household. Proud that his bread was #1 at the Dog Show this year as he chants "We are #1, We are #1" LoL
in with George and Virginia Dunckel. The very first night they woke up in the morning with spot sharing there bed (RLoF).
She was a very soft touch and Spot got away with
many things and got her to really take care of him with so much love and affection. She rub his back
and tickled his belly for hours. She made great meals for this Beagle.
George also had great times with him and would take him for many rides to West Branch State Park that had such smell to track with his nose.
Their son Hank would take him for daily walks. Started out just the back yard and then down the street. Next it was all the way around the block.
Next it was the another block and then another block
until he expanded the walk for up to 5 miles. Spot
was in full charge of the walk and how long he was away from his home. He knew with it was dinner time and wanted to be back in time.
Spot had a knack for knowing when back weather was on its way and would turn for home. Spot love to get to his street on the return trip and increase his walking speed and Hank would try to keep up.
Spot and Hank over the years had walked to over 3,650 miles. So if you left Ravenna Oh and walked to Los Angeles CA it would be 3,312 miles.
He was as tuff as nails and never gave up but you time is up and that is all you get.
Don't you dare take my photo Hank !
If I had known that on that day our time was near the end
I would have done things differently, my forever friend.
I would have stayed right next to you deep into the night
but I thought I’d see you in the early morning light.
And so I said “Good night” to you as I walked in through the door
never thinking of the time when I’d see you no more.
But if I had known that on that day our time was at the end
I would have done things so differently, my forever friend.
– Sally Evans (written for Shoo-Fly)
THE RAINBOW BRIDGE
Just this side of heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge. When an animal dies
that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge.
There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play together.
There is plenty of food, water and sunshine, and our friends are warm
and comfortable. All the animals who had been ill and old are restored to health
and vigour; those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again,
just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by.
The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing; they each miss someone very special to them, who had to be left behind.
They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and
looks into the distance. His bright eyes are intent; His eager body quivers.
Suddenly he begins to run from the group, flying over the green grass, his legs
carrying him faster and faster. You have been spotted, and when you and your
special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again.
The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands again caress the beloved head,
and you look once more into the trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone from your
life but never absent from your heart.
Then you cross Rainbow Bridge together
A MAN AND HIS DOG
A man and his dog were walking along a road.
The man was enjoying the scenery, when it suddenly occurred to him
that he was dead.
He remembered dying and that his dog had been dead for years.
He wondered where the road was leading them.
After a while, they came to a high, white stone wall along one side of
the road. It looked like fine marble. At the top of a long hill, it was broken
by a tall arch that glowed in the sunlight.
When he was standing before it, he saw a magnificent gate in the arch
that looked like mother of pearl and the street that led to the gate
looked like pure gold.
He and the dog walked toward the gate and as they got closer, they
saw a man at a desk to one side. When they were close enough,
he called out, “Excuse me, where are we?”
“This is heaven, sir,” the man answered.
“Wow! Would you happen to have some water?” the traveler asked.
“Of course, sir. Come right in, I’ll have some ice water sent right up.”
The man gestured and the gate began to open.
“Can my friend,” gesturing toward the dog, “come in too?” the traveler asked.
“I’m sorry, sir, but we don’t accept pets.”
The man thought for a moment, and then, turning back towards the road,
continued the way they had been going.
After another long walk, and at the top of another long hill, they came to
a dirt road which led through a farm gate that looked as if it had never been closed.
There was no fence. As they approached the gate, he saw a man inside,
leaning against a tree and reading a book.
“Excuse me!” he called to the reader. “Do you have any water?”
“Yeah, sure, there’s a pump over there”. The man pointed to a place that
couldn’t be seen from outside the gate. “Come on in.”
“How about my friend here?”. The traveler said, gesturing to the dog.
“There should be a bowl by the pump” said the man.
They went through the gate, and sure enough, there was an
old fashioned hand pump with a bowl beside it.
The traveler filled the bowl and took a long drink, then gave some to the dog.
When they were full, he and the dog walked back toward the man
who was standing by the tree waiting for them.
“What do you call this place?” the traveler asked.
“This is heaven,” was the answer.”
“Well, that’s confusing,” the traveler said. “The man down the
road said that was heaven, too.”
“Oh, you mean the place with the gold street and the pearly gates?
Nope, that’s hell.”
“Doesn’t it make you mad for them to use your name like that?”
“Nope, I can see how you might think so, but we’re just happy
that they screen out the folks who’ll leave their best friends behind.”