The Goldens

Bliss is helping with the log quality control. She offer to take care of the tiny log and left me the big ones.
Refreshing. Nellie.
Phanny on the run! As usual.
“Kinta you are not the photo editor!”
The golden streak! Teka.
Blitz chills after an exhausting day of events. “Don’t get up Blitz, but I need to get into the refrigerator!”
Teka with the wind in her face.
May 5, 2001
“Is that a grouse I see?”
The girls are loaded up and ready to roll.
Phanny decide the desert was good place to run and frolic!
On the road home and Blitz is dreaming of ducks.
Blitz grazes during a break.
Blitz and Teka out in the woods.
From left to right, Tasha, Phanny, Bliss and Sailor.
A happy girl. Blaze and Hunter.
Blitz finds a fish for me. “Hey Blitz that one is dead.”
Bliss says to beware of predators hiding along the riverbank!
It must have hurt to be that cute. Makes me kind of misty.
Redtail’s Nitro Nellie just being “Boopie”
Blitz steal a stick from her mom.
Hunter and the big pine.
Water Break, Nellie and Blitz.
Nellie and Blitz
Blitz decided she would just wait in the truck during. She figured the bear would be full after a yummy forester meal.
Looking down the hill at our pond with Sailer, Tasha and Bliss.
Mary and Blitz take a stroll on the beach.
“Squirrel, gotta go!”
Mary and Tom dog visiting Nellie at the Vet’s office. She was one sick pup, but it sure perked her up seeing us.
Blitz sits on the same stump in 2014.
Sunset from our campsite in Idaho on the second night.
The big stick contest. Blitz and Nellie
Bliss one year old.
And hunting buddies
On the Trinity River.
Blitz loves a shaded fuelbreak. So many sticks, so little time.
Blitz is happiest while doing her work.
Tasha and Bliss stop for a drink.
August 6, 2006 — April 25, 2014
The Doctor Bob released her to come back to camp for our last night.
Nellie loves her sticks.
Blitz on a water retrieve.
Hawk during his last pheasant season.
There’s gold under that rainbow.
Blitz loves the snow.
Blitz and Teka on the beach near Brookings.
Blitz the happy dog.
The pack!
A soft seat after a busy day feels so good. Blitz
Don’t be deceived by this angelic face. This puppy is wild little rascal.
October 23, 2013
Looking good.
She was still that little puppy at heart.
“Can I get out of the truck please.”
Hawk
Bliss at the Gallatin River, Montana. The Gallatin River is a tributary of the Missouri River.
Blitz would prefer to ride up front.
Blitz says, her critical period is pheasant season.
Well this isn’t going well.
Blitz
My sons and Nellie.
Feel the love.
Being a forester’s dog is exhausting.
Squirrels tremble in her presence!
It seems Blitz is not impressed. 😦
My oldest son, Chris with his girl Nellie. This was her last pheasant season.
Just hanging out.
With Burney Mountain in the background, Nellie strikes a lovely pose. She is one of my favorite models. Nellie is very co-operative and will work for dog biscuits.
Teka can’t wait for her turn. She stakes out my truck.
Mixing the canine color palette. Teka and Blitz with their lab friends.
It just doesn’t seem right to not end this post with a picture of Blitz. She’s still here in spirit.
Teka and her person, Doug.
Blitz joyfully returns with a bird.
Blitz and Nellie taking a break for a swim at Lake Prairie
Nellie
Tim, Teka and Blitz.
This is where we escape. Mary give Blitz a snuggle.
Nellie and Blitz.
Phanny, Bliss, and Tasha decided Mary makes for good playground equipment.
Blitz
Blaze impatiently waits for her driver.
Hawk and Blitz were best buddies.
Sailor and Kinta are ready for an adventure.
Nellie.
Thanks Kinta! I’m glad you needed to go potty this morning.
We didn’t know it yet, but Bliss was one sick puppy. She had chewed a toxic mushroom in the morning. In the afternoon we knew something was wrong and headed for the vet.
“Don’t you make that face at me Blitz…you are a bad dog!”
Divya’s portrait of Blaze and Hunter.
Blitz gets a “little” love. 🙂
Blitz spots for me. She has seen this all before.
Doug and Teka.
After a security sweep by Blitz it was determined that this log deck was clear of ferocious jack rabbits.
Flying high.
Once she was back home again she made the best of it.
Teka was born to hunt birds.
Meet Skidder, and no he’s not my dog. He belongs to the logging crew I was visiting. Yes, I gave him back.
The consumate stick dog.
Blitz goes back to what she does best.
Blitz know that she better be rolling in the snow while she still can.
Teka and Blitz were busy plotting against His Excellency!
This was the site of the Little Giant Mill log deck.
Pine seedlings in a burn restoration. That’s me with Blaze and Hunter in 2006.
Bliss, Tasha and Sailor in Montana.
Blitz has a lively pheasant.
Blitz says, “Can’t trust em’, they remind me of cats!”
Teka stares forlornly at a beautiful pair of Canada geese.
Teka Playing in the snow
Nellie in her youth at Iron Canyon Reservoir.
Bliss
Blitz giving her best regal pose.
This looks like trouble, Bliss and Phanny!
I had a companion on this day. Tessa, our friends dog got to be a forester’s dog for a day.
The race is on! Teka.
“A Forester and his Dog”‘ pen and ink.
Bliss
She took to the water right away.
It’s a race.
Bliss and Tasha in the Sierra.
Blitz and Teka romp in the snow.
Hunter and Blaze in a sea of Ponderosa pine tree. Blitz got the day off so instead a photo of Hunter, Blitz’s dad, and Aunty Blaze.
Hunter in 2002
Blitz and Teka came too. There were lots of dogs in attendance.
Blitz, the red dog!
Tasha and Bliss at Sly Park Reservoir.
Tasha enjoys a romp in the Nevada desert. lots of room to run.
Yes I know it’s about hauling logs Blitz, but now you’re just showing off.
Blitz loved the woods.
Bliss, Sailor and Tasha the three amigos.
Sailor thinks Phanny should shake somewhere else.
Phanny joined us for some pre-season scouting.
Catching a nap.
Blitz likes a good ride along, but don’t take her seat!
On the Upper Sacramento River.
Time for the boys to watch from afar.
Phanny and Bliss playing in the Yellowstone River.
Blitz with her bag.
Ponderosa burn fire salvage. Santee.
In the twilight.
Me and Blitz.
Hunter motto was “It’s good to be Hunter!”
Sailor and Kinta find this whole adventure thing quite exhausting.
When we got home she had to go back into the hospital.
Me: “Well, what do you think?” Bliss: “Sniff, sniff.”
Nellie In Watercolor
Big pine in the Coast Range.
Bliss loves to play and Tasha isn’t immune.
Phanny swimming!
Nellie and Blitz
Bliss at Dog Creek.
At a stop near Rye Patch Reservoir to stretch their legs, Sailor wanted to explore every smell.
Blitz’s last hunt with us.
That’s not a flower either, but it is wild.
She loves playing with her buddy Sailor.
Kinta is the truck dog today, since Blitz had a doctors appointment.
Bliss: “Rarr Rarr Ruff!!!” Me: “Everyone’s a critic. Maybe next time I’ll let the sleeping dog lie.”
February 19, 2006
Whoop whoop
Teka and Blitz train for the hunt tests.
The forester’s dog and the loggers dog.
Nellie
“Hey lazy dog, you’re sleeping on my sketchbook!”
The morning ritual, ” Hey I need some attention here!” Nellie.
Bliss, feeling much better after a swim.
Blitz at four months.
You had to know this would happen.
Blitz

32 thoughts on “The Goldens”

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  3. Oh my gosh!! Every one of these was wonderful! That first picture of Nellie is still a favorite that I’ve seen here. There are five dogs in one picture. Did you really have five dogs at one time? We had four, but only have one left. I pine for more dogs. Blaze and Hunter up close are adorable, I love Blaze on the truck cab, and your artwork is so good. Really enjoyable, Tim.

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  5. I just come from Yvonne who posted a poem for you. Pictures of your dogs are wonderful. I lost two of my dogs recently, Lady was 7 and Fanny who died in January 14. I still have a little fellow of 12 years’ old. I am glad I found your blog

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  7. Your dogs are lovely. They have lovely color!!! In Sweden our Goldens are usually much lighter. It is a nice combination: dogs an watercolors 🙂 Like that!

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    • Thanks you so much. We definitely favor the red golden retrievers. Our dogs are hunting dogs and run in events. Most goldens that come from hunting lines here favor the darker colors, but there are many that are lighter too. We have raised them for many years and enjoy thier company enormously. I can see by your blog that you too enjoy your dogs very very much. 🙂

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  9. Lovely rich red coloured goldies, in UK they are more cream coloured, though we do get some real ‘goldies’ more the working strain as yours appear to be. lovely pictures with each one telling a story.

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  12. Hey Tim,
    LOVE the beautiful pictures 🙂 We would love to know if you and Mary are still breeding… Our 10 year old Red Tail golden, Kona is precious to us and looking to add another someday to our family. Thank you for your time.

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  14. We bought a lighter Golden puppy a few years ago when our daughter first came to live with us out of foster care, but my husband and son are the ones who became obsessed with her. She is such an amazing dog. Yours are gorgeous.

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