he was put down two days ago..i wasn't told until today. but i knew...i know that now. I think that is why i posted some of my favorite pics..ones i hadn't posted before. I hope it is his mate tate that has come to take him over..may they be together always/ no two dogs loved each other more. I will write his story later, i just can't do it now.
please pay tribute to daddy bin with me
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if you want to see what impact Bin had on me and my family..please go to my gallery..i couldn't begin to post his pics here..because one or two photos wont' do..he is mary, and tatey, bronki and more..he was mary's daddy..he was such a very good daddydog. He was such a good man to tate.
he died old..and cared for. His stay here on earth was a good one.
he died old..and cared for. His stay here on earth was a good one.
his name was ish bin..for I am. i got him when aaron ws 4 cause i had big baad baby cravings..and could have no more children. I knew i would have this puppy the first time i touched his mother and fathers' ears. Tomorrow i will scan some more pics..he is in so much of my artwork..i didnt have a camera back then that was worth it's weight so there are not many pictures..http://www.chazhound.com/pictures/showphoto.php?photo=4899&cat=500&page=1 his family portrait is in their too..and the circle wont be broken
Even Victor is here because of Daddy bin.
i did a mean thing to bin once, and i dont regret doing it..for that is where his story all starts. I may have to tell this in pieces, but here is how Bin met tate.
I brought tate and two other puppies 3 days old home to nurse. I didn't think even one of them would live, they were all in such bad shape. The dehydration was terrible, their eyes were mat, not glossy, u could hear the lungs "sticky" together if u held their tiny mouths up to your ear. When i pinched (litely) tate's skin to see how bad the dehydration was, it stayed up. One died, from a staff infection he should have been able to fight off from birth, but he was just so weak. I had come home with the dead puppy, and the two others had started to really come around. They were about 3 weeks old at this time....Bin was sitting by the piano when little tatey wiggled her way toward him. He growled and snapped at her and that is when i snatched her up..and put the dead puppy down in front of him. It was mean and i don't know why i did it, other than he had to know he couldn't bite at them or they would be dead. HE layed himself down beside that dead puppy and didn't leave it all afternoon. I felt so bad..i finally took it away from him. From that day on, tate was his puppy. Where ever he walked, she toddled between his legs..she weaned herself on the droppings from his mouth (he was one of those that takes a bite and chews it as he goes in another room then returned for another bite) i can still see it in my head, her little 5 week old baby self between those long long legs. Nilly bean the other puppy didn't follow bin around..she thrived, but she hung out with the two girls i babysat, Mary and Dorothy. I drove those two puppies over to the mother dog and let them have the first rich milk to come down..3 times a day..and supplimented their diet with formula..and nutrical...they couldn't be in with the litter for the other puppies were three times their size by the time tate and Nilly bean had the strength to suck. Finally i found a home for nilly, but taty was bins. I keep a playpen for very young pups so that if i do have to leave the room, i can put them in a safe zone. Bin always jumped up into the playpen and stayed with her until i returned. Tatey grew and i got sick.
I had pneumonia for a year, so sick i lost my job, and later my home. Eventually i started to get well but not before tate and bin had become husband and wife. I know the day i looked out and saw what had happened, i had a temp of 103 and just couldn't do a dang thing about it. There was no one helping me at the time, i had relocated, and had started on the rise to recovery, but it took a long long time. There is no excuse..poor people shouldn't have dogs..i shouldn't have had dogs..but that is a moot point to this story. Bin was tender and loving to tate, they had games..my favorite was to watch Bin pretend to stalk tatey..and then stop on the path and crouch down...then stay there. Tate would be jumping up and down, turning in circles trying to get him to come chase her, and he knew it drove her crazy. She in turn would catch him off gaurd, flip him up in the air by putting her snout under his middle....tackle him down to the ground, lay on him while his legs churned the air, and snuzzle his ears. They were like that with each other.
The day tatey went into labor Bin watched with eyes the size of saucers..after his first pup was born he raced around the house and scooted back into postition to see the next..and the next..she had 8 black and shiny marbles...Bin was just astounded..he kissed them..he kissed her. And then he became the man i most respect...he was a REAL father. Now i have put a lump in my throat and i will stop there or else this will be a book. He deserves a book for he is the only real father i have ever known. One that loved his children above all else.
i did a mean thing to bin once, and i dont regret doing it..for that is where his story all starts. I may have to tell this in pieces, but here is how Bin met tate.
I brought tate and two other puppies 3 days old home to nurse. I didn't think even one of them would live, they were all in such bad shape. The dehydration was terrible, their eyes were mat, not glossy, u could hear the lungs "sticky" together if u held their tiny mouths up to your ear. When i pinched (litely) tate's skin to see how bad the dehydration was, it stayed up. One died, from a staff infection he should have been able to fight off from birth, but he was just so weak. I had come home with the dead puppy, and the two others had started to really come around. They were about 3 weeks old at this time....Bin was sitting by the piano when little tatey wiggled her way toward him. He growled and snapped at her and that is when i snatched her up..and put the dead puppy down in front of him. It was mean and i don't know why i did it, other than he had to know he couldn't bite at them or they would be dead. HE layed himself down beside that dead puppy and didn't leave it all afternoon. I felt so bad..i finally took it away from him. From that day on, tate was his puppy. Where ever he walked, she toddled between his legs..she weaned herself on the droppings from his mouth (he was one of those that takes a bite and chews it as he goes in another room then returned for another bite) i can still see it in my head, her little 5 week old baby self between those long long legs. Nilly bean the other puppy didn't follow bin around..she thrived, but she hung out with the two girls i babysat, Mary and Dorothy. I drove those two puppies over to the mother dog and let them have the first rich milk to come down..3 times a day..and supplimented their diet with formula..and nutrical...they couldn't be in with the litter for the other puppies were three times their size by the time tate and Nilly bean had the strength to suck. Finally i found a home for nilly, but taty was bins. I keep a playpen for very young pups so that if i do have to leave the room, i can put them in a safe zone. Bin always jumped up into the playpen and stayed with her until i returned. Tatey grew and i got sick.
I had pneumonia for a year, so sick i lost my job, and later my home. Eventually i started to get well but not before tate and bin had become husband and wife. I know the day i looked out and saw what had happened, i had a temp of 103 and just couldn't do a dang thing about it. There was no one helping me at the time, i had relocated, and had started on the rise to recovery, but it took a long long time. There is no excuse..poor people shouldn't have dogs..i shouldn't have had dogs..but that is a moot point to this story. Bin was tender and loving to tate, they had games..my favorite was to watch Bin pretend to stalk tatey..and then stop on the path and crouch down...then stay there. Tate would be jumping up and down, turning in circles trying to get him to come chase her, and he knew it drove her crazy. She in turn would catch him off gaurd, flip him up in the air by putting her snout under his middle....tackle him down to the ground, lay on him while his legs churned the air, and snuzzle his ears. They were like that with each other.
The day tatey went into labor Bin watched with eyes the size of saucers..after his first pup was born he raced around the house and scooted back into postition to see the next..and the next..she had 8 black and shiny marbles...Bin was just astounded..he kissed them..he kissed her. And then he became the man i most respect...he was a REAL father. Now i have put a lump in my throat and i will stop there or else this will be a book. He deserves a book for he is the only real father i have ever known. One that loved his children above all else.
ironic that i titled this pic..may the circle be unbrokenwww.chazhound.com/pictures/showphoto.php?photo=3602&cat=500&page=3 mary has the white muzzle, sister sally next, and GArg his son, Jim's dog. I dont know where Garg is now, for Jim's son has him and Jim's other dog Annie.
somehow it has occured to me that getting older isn't grey hair and wrinkles..it is getting use to saying goodbye. i am taking my heavy heart to bed. Bin had a good good life for a dog. he was 14..and that is a proper old age for a german shorthair...he gave me Bronki..and becuase of Bronki i now have Victor..he taught me graceful lines, and everything i ever needed to know about running (after him)..he taught me what a father was, something i do not know from experience. He accepted that he was to be grandma peachy's dog..when he and Bronki could not stand each other in the same room with me..Bronki claimed me.and wouldn't share....Bin let me go..he went to a woman that needed him desperately..she buttered his toast for him every morning..and gave him his own sofa in her elegant house. I don't think he would have any complaints about his life in the long run..i hope so.
somehow it has occured to me that getting older isn't grey hair and wrinkles..it is getting use to saying goodbye. i am taking my heavy heart to bed. Bin had a good good life for a dog. he was 14..and that is a proper old age for a german shorthair...he gave me Bronki..and becuase of Bronki i now have Victor..he taught me graceful lines, and everything i ever needed to know about running (after him)..he taught me what a father was, something i do not know from experience. He accepted that he was to be grandma peachy's dog..when he and Bronki could not stand each other in the same room with me..Bronki claimed me.and wouldn't share....Bin let me go..he went to a woman that needed him desperately..she buttered his toast for him every morning..and gave him his own sofa in her elegant house. I don't think he would have any complaints about his life in the long run..i hope so.
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No I don't for one minute think you were mean to bin. You taught him a lesson and he learned well from it. It made him what he became,which was a loving and compassionate mate to tate,and to his kids. Bin did have a wonderful life with many who loved him and i am sure he would thank you for the life you provided him with. Sounds like his 2nd mommy (I say second because you will always be his first mommy) was very good to him and he still had you too.
The picture was well named,and I am glad that the circle will not be broken.Great dogs beget great dogs.
I feel for you. Take your time in telling your story. I know it helps. And thank god for this forum so we can do this.
The picture was well named,and I am glad that the circle will not be broken.Great dogs beget great dogs.
I feel for you. Take your time in telling your story. I know it helps. And thank god for this forum so we can do this.
I'm so sorry to hear of your Bin passing, he sounds like a great dog. And you did teach him a wonderful lesson and made him the man he was. We should all have lessons like that to make us better people. He was a beautiful dog and very well deserved of his toast and couch spoiling. I can just picture the birthing of the babies, what a great Daddy, everyone should have one so wonderful and the world would be a better place. I bet him and Tate are having a great time in doggie heaven playing their favorite games ((((((((( (HUGS to you))))))))))))
Smkie, the way you talk about Bin is heart felt. I'm crying just thinking about what I just read. What special memories you have with all your dogs. They each share a special part of your life and your love. I never had children of my own so my pets have and always will be my children to love just like you love yours. Smkie, your a very special person and with all that I read you do for your pets, you deserve a special place up there when we meet all our pets again one day.
When you do have the strength to write more, I'll be here eagerly awaiting. I hope you were able to get some rest tonight.
Your friend
Barb
When you do have the strength to write more, I'll be here eagerly awaiting. I hope you were able to get some rest tonight.
Your friend
Barb
smkie, please sleep well you did what was best for Bin, and Bin did what was best for you. I can only hope to ever know that level of friendship.
You not only brought a tear to my eye but made me smile as well.
Tell us all of the Bin stories you can, maybe you could get Love to do the audio book for you.
You not only brought a tear to my eye but made me smile as well.
Tell us all of the Bin stories you can, maybe you could get Love to do the audio book for you.