Some of you have been with me from the Tampico days and probably well remember some of his aerial trips with me, back in the day when I had an airplane capable of carrying such a large, oddly shaped passenger.
He was a good dog, although his appetite for cat food got him into trouble now and then. At one point I thought that maybe he would like to wear a kitty cat hat if he was so find of stealing the cat's sustenance:
For most of his life, Hogarth could not tolerate the presence of another dog. Luckily, due to our devious plan to sneak another dog into the pack by telling him that little puppy Cabot was actually just another hamster, Hogarth was able to enjoy pack life for the last four years of his life.
Hogarth to this day remains one of the best looking dogs I've ever known, even if I do say so myself.
He sure did appreciate a good laugh!
My experiment with having him join me in the hangar while working on the plane was short-lived, though. He had a way of expressing his boredom and disdain for the entire process:
He was no great help in the shop, either.
Given his druthers, he much preferred lounging in front of the fireplace.
Despite his thick coat, he could get chilly at times.
My baby boy. We got you when I was seven and it was the best day of my life. I was so excited. You were never allowed to sleep on my bed but I started sneaking you in until it was allowed. You would lay right up next to me and protect me from the dark. Whenever I had a nightmare you would just lick my face and it would be all better. You stopped being able to jump up on my bed the last few years, so we would always help you. It made your day. You were such a sweet boy. Always full of kisses. I hope we gave you the life you deserved. I love you Hogarth. You were my first real dog and I'll never forget you.
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Dave, please accept my sympathies on the passing of Brave Sir Hogarth. I've been reading your stuff (but not commenting much) since you posted under the pseudonym "Hogarth" in his honor. I never know what to say to a fellow dog person in these circumstances, other than "I'm sorry", and "you honor his memory".
So sorry for your loss, sir. There's nothing like a great dog to make everything better. Glad Sir Hogarth was able to live such a wonderful life with all of you in his pack.
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