In Loving Memory of a Big Red Dog

No, he wasn't a German Shepherd....he was an American Bloodhound.

Watson was not a German Shepherd, but was in a household that bragged of being the adoptive home of two of our wonderful dogs....Snickers and Murphy. His Mom is a tireless supporter of our cause, and contributes her time to our rescue by sending out wonderful, handwritten Thank You notes for us.

Watson Earl was a Big Red Dog....who loved every person he ever met. He was a social butterfly who thought the world was his stage, and he loved everything about his life! From riding in the truck with his big floppy ears flapping in the wind, to going on his daily walks and visiting all of his friends (dog and human) in the neighborhood, to going to Doggy Day Care to play....Watson loved just being Watson. Laying in the sun and chewing on a big stick also rated in the top 10!

He was gentle and understanding with his little brat brother Murphy, a German Shepherd pup who was rescued and needed LOTS of patience and direction from the Elder Statesman Watson. He was an early wake-up call with his loud, booming Bloodhound "baying" letting everyone know that he was out for an early morning walk. He was a great snuggle buddy for his Mom. He was a source of laughter with the funny, crazy things that he did.

He was much loved by many...... He was...........a Big Red Dog.