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 all.

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.