“Blitz” Redtail’s Rogue Lightening SH
Mary and I couldn’t have asked for a better companion than Blitz. She grew to be the perfect dog. She rode shotgun with me for over seven years traveling the back roads of Northern California. Featuring her in my blog posts felt a little like cheating because she was so lovable. Here is her life in pictures. Click on the pictures to enlarge.
Baby Blitz in Mama Nellie’s arms.
Blitz puppy meets a young Hawk.
Thirty-four days old.
The beginning of a beautiful friendship.
Family picture day was too exciting for little Blitz!
Blitz at four months.
An eight months old Blitz in a field of lupine.
Hawk and Blitz were best buddies.
And hunting buddies
Blitz and Nellie taking a break for a swim at Lake Prairie
Nellie and Blitz
Blitz loved the woods.
Teka and Blitz train for the hunt tests.
There’s gold under that rainbow.
Blitz watches the distraction bird.
My proud girl after running in a sucessful event.
Blitz retrieved like a girl possesed.
Blitz and Teka out in the woods.
Being a forester’s dog is exhausting.
Tim, Teka and Blitz.
In the twilight.
The consumate stick dog.
Catching a nap.
Blitz spots for me. She has seen this all before.
Blitz does a celebratory roll! Any day in the woods is a good day.
It seems Blitz is not impressed. 😦
Blitz is a happy dog, now that we are in the woods.
Blitz the happy dog.
“Squirrel, gotta go!”
“Hey lazy dog, you’re sleeping on my sketchbook!”
Squirrels tremble in her presence!
Mary and Blitz take a stroll on the beach.
On the road home and Blitz is dreaming of ducks.
Blitz finds a fish for me. “Hey Blitz that one is dead.”
Blitz gets a “little” love. 🙂
Blitz on a water retrieve.
Blitz is happiest while doing her work.
The forester’s dog and the loggers dog.
She was still that little puppy at heart.
Feel the love.
Me and Blitz.
Blitz’s last hunt with us.
August 6, 2006 — April 25, 2014
Blitz passed from our lives last Friday. We miss her dearly. Your comments are welcome and appreciated, but we probably won’t respond to them. Please don’t take offense.
The silence of a falling star
lights up a purple sky
and as I wonder where you are
I’m so lonesome I could cry