Bomber Max - Red Warrior
May 20, 2001 - August 13, 2016
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
July 7, 2001
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
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.
2001 - Seven
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
|July 16, 2001 - Eight
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...
|July 26, 2001 - Nine
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
1, 2001 - Ten Weeks
Nineteen pounds of sheer hound from hell! We have some pet names: Stink
Bomber, 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
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
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
|February 17, 2002 - Nine
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!
23, 2002 - Nineteen
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!
|February 19, 2003 -
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.
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
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.
2006 - Five
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
2007 - Six 1/2
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.
|March 2010 - Almost 9
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 -
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...
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
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
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.
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
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
Lifesaver bracelet for him. (He said that is because Kate & I are
volunteers for that project.)
August 13, 2016
Years, 3 months
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
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.
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If it should be that I grow frail and weak
should keep me from my sleep,
Then will you do what must be
For this — the last battle — can't be won.
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,
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
Until my eyes no longer see.
I know in time you will
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
We've been so close — we two — these years,
let your heart hold any tears.