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Tristan de la Douce Plaine
October 2002 - August 2009
Today I lost another precious soul. Tristan was such a gentle
and sweet dog. Never before had I had the pleasure of owning a dog that was as pure
and innocent as Tristan. Tristan had a way of greeting me with bared teeth! When
people who didn’t know him saw this gesture they were totally convinced that he was
the most vicious and dangerous dog that they had ever set their eyes on. How many
times was I asked, “Aren’t you afraid that he will bite you?” That always made me
laugh because I am sure that Tristan didn’t even know how to bite.
Tristan was like a little kid at Christmas time! Wide eyed with
excitement and full of life. It didn’t take much to make him happy. All he wanted
was to be at my side being petted over, and over, and over, again. Tristan may not
have been the brightest of my dogs but he was definitely the most handsome of them
From the day he came to Canada Tristan mastered the art of
escape. This he did from any and all confinements. I used to call him my “spider
dog” because he would literally climb out of any run or jump over any pen.
He didn’t escape to run away from me, but to be closer to me. I was always
amazed at this particular talent of his. But what was most fascinating was to
watch him do it. One could see him think his way out. To look him in the eye and
see how proud he was of himself to be able to come and find me before I was able to
get him was absolutely priceless. Little did I know that he would pass that
particular trait down to his sons and daughters.
Tristan definitely left a huge hole behind him and will
certainly not be forgotten. I just hope he knew just how much I loved him.
Rest in peace my sweet baby boy, rest in peace.