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grous•ers 1. Persons who hunt, trap, or pursue various plump, chickenlike game birds of the family Tetraonidae, chiefly of the Northern Hemisphere and having mottled brown or grayish plumage. 2. Complainers, or grumblers, and those prone to general ranting. 3. A number of “smart guys who hunt” and their generally smarter companions.
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Pete,
On my office desk, I've got a picture of Abbey and me at that wacky and wonderful hunt club near Watkins Glen. She's giving me a big kiss as I'm kneeling in front of her in a field, shotgun in hand. I have some amazing memories of Abbey - working with her in the Plantations and in Fall Creek, the first duck hunt with her and Molly in Watertown. Wasn't it Abbey who found Jody's wood duck after hours of searching during the epic Michigan Hollow hunt?
I really do feel her loss, and my heart goes out to you.
Please put some McDonalds french fries on her resting place for me.
Joshua
Josh:
I've got that picture of the two of you too, sitting in an envelope that I never mailed. Yes, and all of those memories (although I'd forgotten all about the fries). Over the years she became so much a part of me that I feel empty. She was a wonderful old dog.
Thanks for the kind words.
One order of fries, coming up!
sorry about Abbey. It is very hard to lose a good, old lab who has shared many good years as part of the family.
mo
Pete,
You gave her a good life...and you'll always have the memories. My sincere condolences.
Looks like the geriatric lab subset of grousers is starting to crack. We've lost two in the last few months, and I know Fiona is not long for this world, and there are a couple of other "old Vets" a part of this group. Maybe a group hug?
We'll make sure and remember Abbey at Black Lake.
Canoga Creek Family,
Thanks.
Pete
Pete-
The whisky 'round the gravesite on saturday night was a wonderful sendoff. I wish for even half that support when it is McPhee's turn to join Abbey wherever it is that good dogges go. I know that I will never hunt woodcock in quite the same way without her.
We never really own a dog as much as she owns us (Gene Hill)
French fries and whiskey for Abbey. Nothing was too good for my old girl. Thanks for the memories boys.
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