Sonora’s Mr. Nice Guy, RA
“Duncan”
April 25, 2001 – March 22, 2008
6 years old
He was far too young, my Duncan dog, our Duncan Punk. Hemangiosarcoma finally overcame him on Saturday. He was such a trooper, he even took cookies from Dr. H and Joanne when they took blood for the two Hemangiosarcoma studies that he is now entered into.
Duncan was my walking buddy, my agility dog and most of all, my heart dog. I miss him with all of my heart. Born 4th of all the Nice Goldens, the first son of Bailey and we were so proud. He took on the characteristics of Bailey’s wonderful personality and combined them with the silliness that was Sage and truly became Mr. Nice Guy.
I know that he’s met back up with Ashby and Bailey, started running through tunnels with Julia’s Holly. And I know he’s talking up a storm with Dutch and Amber, Dickens, his Mom Sage, Chuckie and Kimby, Dillon and Bunny, Rocket, Sophie, Echo, Kinder, Gilbert, Shaq and Scotty, Kia and has sought out EC’s Suni.
Duncan was best known for his love of food and his talent for diving off the diving board.
He also was very good at cuddling. He would butt his way up on the couch and curl into a little ball .
A pioneer of the watch out the window for kitties technique, he was sorely missed last night as Casey jumped up and alerted to everyone there was something going on. The words cookie and walk were the words that perked his ears the most. On our walks he just ambled along enjoying the view and never pulling. He bounced around off lead too but never to far from Mom.
He always hated the car but enjoyed the destination. When we went for agility he loved to lay down on the field on his back, tummy up while I loved on him. Then when it was our turn, off we went. He also loved to visit with everyone there.
When we locked ourselves out of the house you could always count on Duncan to let us in the sliding glass door. He was so excited to see we were there he would jump up and unlatch the lock. And he loved it when people came to visit, of course he thought they were always there to visit him.
Duncan was an organizational dog. He kept us running on time, you see he can tell when it’s 8am and 5pm because that’s when dinner is and he never missed dinner! He also knew who the feeder was. I do mornings and G does evenings. So, if G was working too much on his computer and lost track of time, Dunc would come in and nudge him until he got up and fed him. On the off chance that G didn’t get up and feed Dunc, he immediately came over to me and started to tell me it was 5pm.
Dunc also liked to sunbath in 100 degree weather:
He also took over photo duties when Ashby went to the bridge. Sometimes he was all to happy to do it, when Mom was doling out enough cookies, but he would also get very bored of me too. Hummm, models.
So, I will leave you with one of my favorite pictures from Easter last year, as I could go on and on about my boy:
Duncan Dog, I Love You and I have to ask,
"How do you expect me to breathe with no air?"
Dunc's song: No Air, Jordin Sparks/Chris Brown
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