Bomber Max - Red Warrior

May 20, 2001 - August 13, 2016
What? Me pee here?

Whelped: May 20, 2001 - Litter Details & photos

June 30, 2001
Next weekend is when we will drive over to Tri-Cities to pick up our new baby puppy, Bomber. Tamara and I are very excited; we are like kids the week before Christmas.  We have been making preparations for our new housemate, and hope that we are ready, both mentally and physically.  This journal will be our tribute to our companion, and I will try to update it regularly with pictures and stories.

Highly entertaining and recommended reading about Bomber, his littermates, and their first weeks: Breeder's Puppy Reports.

July 7, 2001Bomber & Rik relaxing after a long day
New puppy day!  What a day it has been.  A long, hot trip to the Tri-Cities, thankful for the air conditioning.  Finally met Mike in person, and what a pleasure it was.  His friendly and kind appearance in the MacDonald's' parking lot was nothing less than what I had envisioned from reading his e-mails.  After a quick trip to the Columbia River Park, the selection process gifted us with "Yellow", who immediately became "Bomber". We were also very lucky to have "Jack" ride home with us on his circuitous route to his home in Texas.  Our front yard was quite a hit with the neighborhood kids and the two littermates got a little longer to wrestle and play with each other.

July 8, 2001 - Seven Weeks
Seven weeks old today!  Full of new experiences: our first bath, learning how to go up and down stairs (going down is scarier), walked around the block, and got those sharp little toe nails clipped.  What a busy day! Weight was approximately 10 pounds when checked on the bathroom scale.
Live to sleep! Bomber arrives home and surveys his kingdom! Sleepy Bomber I hope to grow into this skin... They say I am handsome, but you be the judge! I hope to grow into these feet...
July 16, 2001 - Eight Weeks
Well, the all-important eight week mark.  Bomber visited the vet today and weighed in at 12.5 pounds.  Very well-behaved and took his shot like a real little man!  This week has been one of piddle accidents and biting everything in sight, including Mom & Dad (we've marks to show for it), rugs, furniture, clothes, bedding... Oh, how could I possibly even attempt to list all he has gotten to chomp on! He loves the fresh blueberries in the backyard, as well as any living or dead vegetable matter in the flower beds.  And you can forget about that sweet puppy-breath after a few stalks of the onion plants!  Whew! Oh, well, he is of the Hungarian persuasion, and you know how us middle Europeans love our spices...
Already I fetch! Whats Windows 2000? One tuckered pup! I Love to untie peoples' shoes! Hee! Hee! Hee!
July 26, 2001 - Nine Weeks
Nine weeks and Bomber weighed in this morning at 17 pounds.  That translates to a lot of poop patrol!  He is settling into his routine, and Tamara and I are learning as well: a tired puppy is a happy puppy.  Lots of activity going on at home, with Rik preparing for his new job and getting our house ready for sale, so few pictures, but they are coming. Bomber's favorite things to do are to chew on "teddy", a small stuffed squeak-toy and to play catch.  He is a ball of energy, and retrieves a ball very well -- the only way it stops is if I do, as he will chase it forever if allowed.  We recognize nap-time when he starts attacking us, and those sharp little teeth have drawn blood on both Mark and Tamara; Rik is just a little quicker or perhaps thicker-skinned!
Prowling around the yard... Can this possibly be comfortable? Are you lookin' at me?
August 1, 2001 - Ten Weeks
Nineteen pounds of sheer hound from hell! We have some pet names: Stink Bomber,Bad to the Bone Sugar Toes (he has two toes with white fur) and Bart (Tam calls him this a lot.) Bomber loves to travel, and has been a very well-behaved boy while trucking over to Port Angeles to look at houses.  He really seems to enjoy riding in the back with Tamara, and has been a real trooper - no whining or complaining.  I guess he loves the breaks and the new areas he gets to sniff and explore. He really is a terror when tired, but at other times he is the sweetest puppy ever.  Loves to cuddle with us in bed. Almost 100% house-broken as well!  That's a blessing and we are impressed with how quickly that went.

August 6, 2001 - Eleven Weeks
Family reunion!  What a thrill for all of us, Bomber got to visit with his litter-mate Mason.  Aimee and Tim made the trek across the lake and what a fun visit the six of us had. Can you guess which two had the most fun? What an intense workout they got!  If we all didn't know better, we would have thought it was a puppy fight, but the tussling and running ended up with us having two very tired little pups.  Check out the pictures! 

The Fury A Welcome Break Back at it Slowin Down The Cool-Down Still Friends
February 17, 2002 - Nine Months
Well, it has been quite a while since I entered any information about Bomber on the web site.  Lots of changes, where to begin...  First of all, we moved to Sequim, WA, in October and dad changed jobs to work for the City of Port Angeles.  Mom retired and gets to spend her days entertaining Bomber, who now has his own fenced-in pen, a couple of acres to roam, and new friends to play with.  Bomber just LOVES it all!
Bomber at 15 Weeks Bomber & toy at 5 months Running in my new yard! Tam & Bomber Gimmie That Bone Sunny.jpg (72555 bytes)
December 23, 2002 - Nineteen Months
Another extended break on updating Bomber's web site, but finally I've gotten to it!  Bomber now weighs 51 pounds, and still the joy of our lives.  He will chase the ball for hours, and when he gets tired, he does this thing where he stands on it with his front feet and chews the grass around it.  I don't think I have ever seen a dog use his front paws to manipulate stuff like Bomber does. The amazing thing is the amount of energy, he seems to never want to quit.  But come nap or bed time, he loves to cuddle with whoever has the warmest spot for him to curl up in.  He has several doggie beds, but much prefers the human ones, and needless to say, he gets his way!
Hey Thats My Ball Throw The Ball Already! Salt Creek Outing WOW! This is Fun!!! Sleepy Are You Looking At Me?
February 19, 2003 - Twenty-one Months
As with children, soon we will stop referring to Bomber's age in months (I think that stops when they reach 2.) Still a happy pup, and still a great joy to our family.  He LOVES his Auntie Sharon.  Still quite the puppy energy, but we are actually able to tire him out on occasion.  One of the nice features about our home is the proximity to a small creek for frolicking in.  Not an everyday occurrence, just an occasional treat.
just a sunny winter day in Sequim on point fun at the creek! long legs are good! Play Catch!.JPG (169671 bytes)

Above right is a great photo of Bomber playing catch, his favorite game.
Notice that he is airborne -- and we tell everyone that the ears help him fly!

June 4, 2005 - Four Years
Oh how the time flies. Hard to believe that our little puppy has grown into a mature dog. Okay, that was a lie! He is still a little puppy at heart, but at least now he has settled down a bit and spends more time relaxing and not quite as much time demanding attention.  He loves his mom and dad, and still is very "ball driven."  Bomber loves to hike with dad, and still absolutely must be close with one of us at all times.
I'm a swimmer! Gray Wolf Trail Grey Wolf Trail The Voice of America Recreation Area Robin Hill Farm Hike Close up at "The Voice"
August 2006 - Five Years
As the journal entries get shorter and shorter, our affection for this special pup grows and grows. Bomber brings us such joy and happiness, but the time to update the web site seems to not happen. Bomber is still in great shape and loves hiking with his dad. He also likes posing on "stuff" - as you can see... 
On the Levy Voice of America Grey Wolf Trail With Grandma - Dungeness River At Moclips Upper Dungeness Trail to Camp Handy
December 2007 - Six 1/2 Years
It seems that as well as the entries getting shorter, the time between entries grow longer. The past year has been a little tough for Bomber. He had some sebaceous cysts removed and has the scars to prove it. He also came down with an unknown ailment that caused his ears to start sloughing skin from the insides and to lose splotches of hair on his nose and head. I won't embarrass him by putting photos up, but suffice to say it was not a pretty sight. His vet couldn't figure out what it was. Lots of meds and it seems to have gone away and the hair is growing back. What a little trooper he is, never complaining, toughing it out. Bomber is slowing down as he gets older, but he is still the exuberant puppy at heart.
Salt Creek - windy! I LOVE the Beach Mommy says not to get sand in my nose... Farm country Robin Hill Port Williams
March 2010 - Almost 9 Years
Since it has been over two years since I made an entry, I figure it is about time. The years have been kind to Bomber - he is still a puppy at heart, But the body does not keep the same schedule. We can see him slowing down, and it is obvious that he has the aches and pains associated with getting older. This past fall we took a cross-country trip, and while Bomber was chasing his ball, he ran into a rose bush with some pretty big thorns, and tore his left ear. In case you don't know, ear injuries on dogs like to bleed, and this one was a doozie! Blood all over, and every time he would shake his head, blood drops flew! He had three cuts: a small cut about the diameter of a number 2 pencil, one cut about an inch long that looked the worst of the three but these two didn't bleed much. The main culprit was a small puncture right at the tip of the ear that just wouldn't quit gushing blood. I am not exaggerating, it was like the Saturday Night Live skit about Julia Child. We took turns holding pressure on the tip for over an hour and a half, but still it bled. We tried the home remedy of baking flour, which didn't work, but just succeeded in covering all of us with not only blood, but flour as well! I went to a pharmacy, where I picked up a styptic pencil, but it also did not stop the bleeding. This was very upsetting to us, and I finally got the idea to shave the styptic into powder, which finally started to stem the flow. Tamara came up with the idea to bandage Bomber's ear up behind his head, and we were finally able to take a break.

After 2 weeks of keeping his ear bandaged up on his head, we finally removed the wrap and the ear had pretty much healed on the outside, but was quite swollen. A visit to a vet in Crawfordville FL, some antibiotics, and Bomber was on the road to recovery. Quite an experience.

After we arrived back home, and Bomber developed quite a bad limp in his right front leg, so he spent a month on the injured reserve. House-bound, no ball, but now he is back to limited exercise. I think Tam & I both agree that his chasing balls, hell bent for leather days are over, the quick starts and stops are just not that good for his aging bones… something we all can relate to! Bomber doesn’t’ agree, but we adults are the ones with opposable thumbs and we control the ball. When we check his equivalent age, he is 61 years old in human terms – my age, and I know what I cannot do any more… and the price I pay if I do.

September 2014 - 13 Years
How time flies as we age. Five years since my last post, and our beloved Bomber baby is still a tough and spirited puppy. He had a strange affliction this past summer, and we thought we were going to lose him, but thanks to his great vet, we got some medications that pulled him back from the brink. He certainly has aged, but his spirit is still that of our baby boy. He still chases the ball, but much more slowly and not for as long a time between rests. We see the writing on the wall, and are preparing to say good-bye, but hope it will be at least a couple of more years. Time will tell. I thought it would be good to post a photo of Bomber and Mason again, they visited last summer (2013) and immediately recognized each otehr and got along just like they did as pups! Too much fun seeing them together after so many years. When we left to go home, they nuzzled each other, almost like the knew they were not going to see each other again...
August 2015 - 14 Years
We have been noticing a lot of the symptoms in Bomber that are mentioned in this article. It was frustrating to us, until after reading this, which explains Bomber’s aimless walking, restlessness at night, staring off trance-like into the distance, disorientation, and forgetting how to communicate with us. He used to go to the door and whine when he wanted to go out, now he just goes to the door and stares at it. This all translates to more work and attention from us, but he deserves it, since he has been such a joy to us for all these years.
September 26, 2015
Bomber is getting pretty bad, with his loss of hearing and confusion. We have noticed that as we walk around our neighborhood, Bomber seems to wander off, not hearing us call to him or not caring to respond, so we have taken to just walking him on leash.

Today we went for a walk at the Voice of America park, a place we have been going to for all of Bomber’s life. We took the trail we always take, and he was enjoying being off leash, running like a puppy again. After a while, he slowed down, and I got in front of him and Kate was behind him. Kate has a habit of daydreaming and not paying any attention to anything around her, and less than 30 seconds after I passed Bomber, he had disappeared.

This park is pretty wild, lots of hills, trees, fields and thickets. We assumed Bomber had somehow passed behind me, and we began searching up the trail and calling and whistling for him. Nothing, it was like alien invaders had just plucked him off the face of the earth. We called and searched for a few minutes with no sign of our pup, so I walked back to the last place I had seen him.

When I got there, I noticed a small game-trail heading down the hill, and as I stood there calling to him, I thought I could faintly hear him panting hard in the distance, and some of the vegetation looked disturbed on the game trail. I went down the game trail for about 20 yards, and stopped to listen again. At that point, I was sure I could hear him panting, much further down the hill, in a ravine, and I was able to establish a direction. I continued down the game trail, and followed his trail of bent vegetation to where he was standing in a thicket, looking very confused and panting very hard. I think he was pretty scared about being lost. He had gotten to where the game trail petered out, and really was lost, totally unable to find his way back. He was a very confused and sad puppy, but at least once he was lost, he stayed in that one place.

I ended up having to help Bomber back up the hill, which was difficult for him with his back legs having lost so much strength, and we finally got back to the real trail. We headed back to the car, and I thought I was going to have to carry him, he was moving so slow.

Quite an adventure for the old man, but he was happy that his Dad has tracking skills, and we all agreed no more off leash for Bomber. He is now officially a dog in dementia with the wandering thing going. My son Mark suggested we get a Project Lifesaver bracelet for him. (He said that is because Kate & I are volunteers for that project.)
August 13, 2016 - 15 Years, 3 months
Goodbye, Bomber...
We have been getting closer and closer to letting our baby Bomber boy go. I would not want to embarass him by going into more details of his downhill progression, but suffice to say that our love puppy was no longer here with us. All the things that he loved so much for so many years, slowly fell away. He was done, and it took a fall and a bloody leg today to make us realize that we were keeping him alive unfairly. Maybe the hardest things we have ever had to do was to make that call to the vet this morning. Carmen came over early this afternoon and he died peacefully in his daddy's arms.

I know everybody says this, but this dog was the best dog I ever had the honor to know. He was friendly to everyone and every dog. He endured pain over the years from many sources, and was always a trooper and happy to be with his pack. His physical decline and confusion over the past year has been unbearable for us, and we are so sad to have to say goodbye. It is excruciatingly painful to have him gone from our life. I look forward to my Bomber baby greeting me when I eventually depart these mortal coils.

What made it difficult with Bomber is that his heart and lungs, according to our vet, were like a 4 year old. We exercised him a lot, which was easy because he loved chasing the ball. But his back legs had gotten very wobbly. He was about 113 in dog years. He had lots of falls. He would just get up and go on as if nothing had happened. He still loved to eat, although he was thin. But a lot of things he used to do had fallen by the wayside. I admit, I was having a very difficult time letting him go. Although arthritic, I wasn't aware he had any other pain. He was taking Metacam for inflammation and pain. It helped that part. It was like Rik said, "A child may have a blanket they take everywhere and they love it. After time, it becomes shredded but they still love it and don't want to part with it. Bomber had become that shredded blanket." The tears and overwhelming sadness have me in it's grip but I know eventually I'll move on without so much pain. But right now, the pain is excruciating. - Kate
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The Last Battle

If it should be that I grow frail and weak
And pain should keep me from my sleep,
Then will you do what must be done,
For this — the last battle — can't be won.
You will be sad I understand,
But don't let grief then stay your hand,
For on this day, more than the rest,
Your love and friendship must stand the test.
We have had so many happy years,
You wouldn't want me to suffer so.
When the time comes, please, let me go.
Take me to where to my needs they'll tend,
Only, stay with me till the end
And hold me firm and speak to me
Until my eyes no longer see.
I know in time you will agree
It is a kindness you do to me.
Although my tail its last has waved,
From pain and suffering I have been saved.
Don't grieve that it must be you
Who has to decide this thing to do;
We've been so close — we two — these years,
Don't let your heart hold any tears.
— Unknown


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