Yes I’d like to think SDark Star Purple Bear has a wonderful home right at the Bridge and maybe his music loving Dad lives there with him and they talk to all the other sweet doggos all day every day in bliss
That is quite the name and very apropos to Big Sur! I was lucky to pass through there in 2012, and sitting under the stars in Big Sur is 100% a memory that will always stay with me.
My first dog was named Beertje( Dutch for Little Bear) I brought her home from a friend's house whose dog had puppies. I was 12 and my parents were always adamant about us not having a dog because we lived in the center of a very old city in the Netherlands and I was one of 5 kids. No yard, just a little enclosed courtyard. I lied to my friends parents and told them it was ok with my parents. I put her in my bookbag and rode my bag home on my bike with her in the bag. Of course my parents fell in love with this sweet puppy, she was a type of Schipperke(small Dutch dog breed that live and work on boats) Almost a mini Momo. She was funny and loved to eat cucumber peels! Lived to be 19 years old and was the absolute joy in our family. My Mom was a widow at 45 (Dad died at 47) and she had to move with 5 kids, a dog and tropical fish. A year later our house was almost a mini-zoo. Another dog came along named Bruintje(Little Brown) 2 cats, canaries and 2 huge Belgian rabbits that were litter box trained. Everyone loved hanging out at our house. Sweet memories!
This is definitely an unforgettable name, as well as Momo's. I'm grown up with dogs in my childhood and a famous dog of a TV show and I always dreamed to have one. When my family and I moved in an own house, we got our first one, a little and very smart schnauzer we named Nellie. We got her by accident. My uncle found her all alone , abandoned at a roadside. And she jumped thankfully into his car. We couldn't find out her former owner. First he handed Nellie to my grandmother, but Nellie escaped twice, to hunt neighbours chickens. Grandma was shocked and didn't want to have the dog in her house any longer. So my uncle asked us, if we can take Nellie. Only my father said no. It was three against one. So Nellie became our dog since she was sixteen years old. She had a very friendly character and became fathers best friend. Neighbours, many children and people of our town knew her, because she was friendly to everyone bringing her ball to them, begging them to throw it. And she often find balls somewhere and sometimes she jumped into a group of kids, to steal their ball, running away with it. Every day she jumped on the window sill, short before father came home from work, waiting and when she saw the car of himself on a bike, she ran to the door, welcoming him. She also welcomed us, jumping up, excited and joyful, every single day when we came home from school. She loved jumping, to run for her balls and to force people to throw balls that she could hunt them, collecting stones to bring them to her sleeping place and enthusiastic enough digging out mice, when she smelt them, too focused on digging and not quick enough to catch them. She was such a good company for my teenage years. For me she was as important as Momo for you and it was so hard to let her go..Later I had my own dog, together with my first daughter. He was also a good character and important company, but had a completely different personality. He was a mixture and we had to let him go in his sixteenth year, when my first daughter was thirteen and my second one three and he was also a big loss. Again it was hard to make a decision when his illnesses let him suffer too much.
Ha! I just had a conversation about dog names yesterday after stumbling across a dog cemetery in Utah’s west desert along the Pony Express Trail. The historical marker read “original wall erected in 1888 by Mrs Horace (Aunt Libby) Rockwell to shelter her beloved dogs. 1) Jenny Lind, 2) Josephine Bonaparte, 3) Bishop, 4) Toby Tyler, companions in her lonely, childless vigils here.” So many problematic things going on in this plaque but loneliness in a 19th century woman who named her dogs as such seems like a very unfair assumption!
SDSPB IS A GREAT NAME. Just too much to type. Beautiful pic of Momo!
I forgot it for a few years but then it popped back into my brain and hasn't left since. Hope the actual SDSPB is smiling from their rainbow perch.
Yes I’d like to think SDark Star Purple Bear has a wonderful home right at the Bridge and maybe his music loving Dad lives there with him and they talk to all the other sweet doggos all day every day in bliss
Best wishes
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just wanna say your publication name made me snicker
Me? Really ?
Well I have a family of border Collies
Dad- Mom- 2 pups
Only the pups are now 5
They are our life
I love dogs more than anything
Best wishes to you always
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niceee i'd love to see your family of border collies, we used to have one before
Parents in front a boy and girl in back
Meet the watch of border collies
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aww they are so cute! my day has been made hihi
Momos are delicious. I could never forget Momo’s name.
That is quite the name and very apropos to Big Sur! I was lucky to pass through there in 2012, and sitting under the stars in Big Sur is 100% a memory that will always stay with me.
what a magical place!
Absolutely. I need to go back.
I really loved reading your story. So inviting; great details! Tysm! ♥️
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My first dog was named Beertje( Dutch for Little Bear) I brought her home from a friend's house whose dog had puppies. I was 12 and my parents were always adamant about us not having a dog because we lived in the center of a very old city in the Netherlands and I was one of 5 kids. No yard, just a little enclosed courtyard. I lied to my friends parents and told them it was ok with my parents. I put her in my bookbag and rode my bag home on my bike with her in the bag. Of course my parents fell in love with this sweet puppy, she was a type of Schipperke(small Dutch dog breed that live and work on boats) Almost a mini Momo. She was funny and loved to eat cucumber peels! Lived to be 19 years old and was the absolute joy in our family. My Mom was a widow at 45 (Dad died at 47) and she had to move with 5 kids, a dog and tropical fish. A year later our house was almost a mini-zoo. Another dog came along named Bruintje(Little Brown) 2 cats, canaries and 2 huge Belgian rabbits that were litter box trained. Everyone loved hanging out at our house. Sweet memories!
Terrific life ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
This is definitely an unforgettable name, as well as Momo's. I'm grown up with dogs in my childhood and a famous dog of a TV show and I always dreamed to have one. When my family and I moved in an own house, we got our first one, a little and very smart schnauzer we named Nellie. We got her by accident. My uncle found her all alone , abandoned at a roadside. And she jumped thankfully into his car. We couldn't find out her former owner. First he handed Nellie to my grandmother, but Nellie escaped twice, to hunt neighbours chickens. Grandma was shocked and didn't want to have the dog in her house any longer. So my uncle asked us, if we can take Nellie. Only my father said no. It was three against one. So Nellie became our dog since she was sixteen years old. She had a very friendly character and became fathers best friend. Neighbours, many children and people of our town knew her, because she was friendly to everyone bringing her ball to them, begging them to throw it. And she often find balls somewhere and sometimes she jumped into a group of kids, to steal their ball, running away with it. Every day she jumped on the window sill, short before father came home from work, waiting and when she saw the car of himself on a bike, she ran to the door, welcoming him. She also welcomed us, jumping up, excited and joyful, every single day when we came home from school. She loved jumping, to run for her balls and to force people to throw balls that she could hunt them, collecting stones to bring them to her sleeping place and enthusiastic enough digging out mice, when she smelt them, too focused on digging and not quick enough to catch them. She was such a good company for my teenage years. For me she was as important as Momo for you and it was so hard to let her go..Later I had my own dog, together with my first daughter. He was also a good character and important company, but had a completely different personality. He was a mixture and we had to let him go in his sixteenth year, when my first daughter was thirteen and my second one three and he was also a big loss. Again it was hard to make a decision when his illnesses let him suffer too much.
It sounds like a wonderful life
Thank you for sharing this
Doggos are everything
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Ha! I just had a conversation about dog names yesterday after stumbling across a dog cemetery in Utah’s west desert along the Pony Express Trail. The historical marker read “original wall erected in 1888 by Mrs Horace (Aunt Libby) Rockwell to shelter her beloved dogs. 1) Jenny Lind, 2) Josephine Bonaparte, 3) Bishop, 4) Toby Tyler, companions in her lonely, childless vigils here.” So many problematic things going on in this plaque but loneliness in a 19th century woman who named her dogs as such seems like a very unfair assumption!
Wonderful post
What a name
I don’t like to think the doggo was headed out
Maybe he just looked tired
Bless all dogs everywhere and the people who love them
I never tire of Momo’s pictures
The ultimate one and only Momo
He’s leading doggo games at the bridge
Until you meet again
Doggos forever
And always
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