guardian of the barn, and all that was in and near it.
loved to ride in the trucks and even could climb an extension ladder to the roof.
wont be the same working on the trucks without him nearby.
could not even come back to the chat room last night, i knew something was not right when i was pulling an engine yesterday and he stayed in his house.
it was a pleasure to have the 9 years of friendship.
Ranger
2000-2009
1966 F250 4x4
1964 Rambler Ambassador 990
Rest in peace departed Slick family members
Cam Milam
Lesley Ferguson
Steve Lopes
John Sutton
sorry for the loss brian. just remember the good times
always
"i believe i've achieved satisfaction".-bubbles
"should i be gettin" baked for this boys?"-bubbles
i could no longer keep "r.i.p.ing" all of our fallen brothers and sisters, so i say here, slick loads of love and much respect to all you beautiful people.
66 F100 CC/65 F100 CC/66 F250 CC
If it starts to rain, they'll tax the splash.
If you want to fish, they'll tax the bass.
If you plant a yard, they'll tax the grass.
If you don't play nice, they'll fine your *$#!
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. '' I think what scares me the most about you guys is that I understand you '' ..... KID
'' lookin good, a little paint adds at least 100hp!'' ....... COOTER
'' well an old guy can dream cant he? ''............ICEMAN
''I would donate organs before selling my slick''........ HOOFBEAT RACER
thanks
they are our family.
Ranger was a Belgian shepherd mix.
me and my wife got him from a little kid at walmart, he was the last puppy the kid had so we put him in the lincoln we had at the time and brought him home.
so now his 7 year old son Deuce will take the spot nearest the barn and i can still have conversations while i am working on my slicks.
Deuces mother was a husky,an Iditarod finisher having run the 1000+ miles pulling a sled in 1994.
1966 F250 4x4
1964 Rambler Ambassador 990
Rest in peace departed Slick family members
Cam Milam
Lesley Ferguson
Steve Lopes
John Sutton
Brian, losing your little buddies is a tough one. I lost 2 of mine a couple of years ago, and it took me a while to get over it. Glad you still have Deuce. Looks like a good buddy. I just wish they could hang around longer than they do. TR
brian so sorry to hear of your loss we to lost our malamute begining of this year he was 13 like others said just remember the good times......... robert
The man was enjoying the scenery, when it suddenly occurred to him
that he was dead.
He remembered dying and that his dog had been dead for years.
He wondered where the road was leading them.
After a while, they came to a high, white stone wall along one side of
the road. It looked like fine marble. At the top of a long hill, it was broken
by a tall arch that glowed in the sunlight.
When he was standing before it, he saw a magnificent gate in the arch
that looked like mother of pearl and the street that led to the gate
looked like pure gold.
He and the dog walked toward the gate and as they got closer, they
saw a man at a desk to one side. When they were close enough,
he called out, "Excuse me, where are we?"
"This is heaven, sir," the man answered.
"Wow! Would you happen to have some water?" the traveller asked.
"Of course, sir. Come right in, I'll have some ice water sent right up."
The man gestured and the gate began to open.
"Can my friend," gesturing toward the dog, "come in too?" the traveller asked.
"I'm sorry, sir, but we don't accept pets."
The man thought for a moment, and then, turning back towards the road,
continued the way they had been going.
After another long walk, and at the top of another long hill, they came to
a dirt road which led through a farm gate that looked as if it had never been closed.
There was no fence. As they approached the gate, he saw a man inside,
leaning against a tree and reading a book.
"Excuse me!" he called to the reader. Do you have any water?".
"Yeah, sure, there's a pump over there". The man pointed to a place that
couldn't be seen from outside the gate. "Come on in."
"How about my friend here?". The traveller said, gesturing to the dog.
"There should be a bowl by the pump" said the man.
They went through the gate, and sure enough, there was an
old fashioned hand pump with a bowl beside it.
The traveller filled the bowl and took a long drink, then gave some to the dog.
When they were full, he and the dog walked back toward the man
who was standing by the tree waiting for them.
"What do you call this place?" the traveller asked.
"This is heaven," was the answer."
"Well, that's confusing," the traveller said. "The man down the
road said that was heaven, too."
"Oh, you mean the place with the gold street and the pearly gates?
Nope, that's hell."
"Doesn't it make you mad for them to use your name like that?"
"Nope, I can see how you might think so, but we're just happy
that they screen out the folks who'll leave their best friends behind."
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If you ask me anything I don’t know, I’m not going to answer.
Yogi Berra
I used to think carrying on about loseing a pet was wierd til I lost my dog Ozzie. To this day I still think about that nut case. I truely did love him. With that said, I am so sorry to hear of your loss man. I m sure it hurts a ton. Keep lookin up.
brian, i know that you can handle the loss, but how is duece taking it?
always
"i believe i've achieved satisfaction".-bubbles
"should i be gettin" baked for this boys?"-bubbles
i could no longer keep "r.i.p.ing" all of our fallen brothers and sisters, so i say here, slick loads of love and much respect to all you beautiful people.
