Posted: Wed Dec 10, 2008 7:21 pm Post subject: Lab of the Year Award 2008
It's time to put your nominating hats on folks for the Labrador of the Year.
We would love to hear your thoughts/stories about what your lab/s mean to you, and why they are all so special. You can express this in whatever way you feel , either by a simple paragraph, a poem, a story or other.
To enter, all you need to do is reply to this post. The winner will be chosen by Admin & LF Staff and will receive a £10 voucher (to spoil their Furbaby), a years subscription & other goodies for their lab.
Anyone can enter, for whatever reason. You can also include a little pic if you wish.
So Good Luck everyone and get nominating....Let's hear it for our Special Labbie Friends.
Edited to add.....
Closing date for nominations is Christmas Day and the Awards will be announced on New Years Day. <How did I forget to add that bit, eh >
Last edited by _Jules_ on Wed Dec 10, 2008 7:37 pm; edited 1 time in total
I would like to nominate my wonderful Pudsey bear who was taken far to early.
I am a bit raw to write another tribute but i am just going to copy and paste his tribute we wrote a few weeks back.
Mummy and Daddy will never forget that wet December day when you came crashing into our lives nearly two years ago, and changed our lives forever for the better. You even gave us a drama on your first day, you decided that you weren't hanging around to be passed from stranger to stranger and took off up the motorway, you caused such a stir, you had so many policemen after you. You had fallen down a ditch and your hips wouldn't let you climb out. Puds, it was the one and only time I thanked God for your bad hips. Thank goodness they found you, but you had done it again, they had fallen in love with you, and didn't want to hand you back.
Once we got you home the first thing we noticed was your love for tea! From that day on every time you went visiting anyone you always asked for your cuppa
It wasn't long before you had your first tests on your hips, and we had terrible news, you had such bad hips and would need operations to fix them, you needed new hips boy.
A vet called Hugh, who soon became one of your favourite people, said he would do the ops for you.
We started fund raising, you become famous, our precious lad you made all the local tabloids and even radio, all to raise money so that your bad legs could become new.
After a few hard months and thanks to many wonderful people all willing to help you, the funds were in place and Hugh had the equipment to start.
On the 10th May 2007 you had your first operation. As usual you were so brave, you took it all in your stride. The operation took 6 hours, and Hugh said you were amazing. A few weeks later we got married, and your wonderful saviour Lorraine gave us the best wedding present in the world.......you.... as a forever foster dog. You have no idea how delighted we were.
You went from strength to strength, until one day about six weeks after your first op, you were laying peacefully at my feet as you always did and rose to see your dad in the other room, ( you always shared your love). You cried out and started to limp. You went back to see Hugh the next day and were treated for what we all hoped was just a pulled muscle.
Unfortunately my boy, it wasn’t to be, your new cup had moved and Uncle Hugh would need to do your operation again.
The second time round wasn’t so easy for you, we noticed straight away things didn't seem right. You didn’t go from strength to strength this time, you cried so much and you weren't our wonderful happy chap you always were.
It was decided the best thing for you baby was to take the new hip away, so you had surgery yet again
Over the next year you did so well, you always had your little strange way of walking, but you loved your walks, your camping holidays but most of all your swimming, oh how you enjoyed to swim. You would always makes us laugh when we threw the ball to you and other dogs, you were never fast enough to chase them for the ball so you would sit where you knew i was going to throw it, my boy you always got that ball first in the end. And would you give the begger back?
Whenever we brought home a new foster dog, it was you that showed them the ropes, you happily moved over, but never off the sofa for them to curl up with you. When God made you sweet boy he really did create an angel.
A few short week ago you started to limp didn’t you Puds? We had moved to Devon, so we had to find a new vet for you. Sadly Pudsey you needed metacam again. But once on the pain killer you were back on your feet again.
Five days ago you became so poorly, we took you to your new vet for help, why oh why sweet baby could they, and would not help you? But you hung on with all your strength and we took you to see your Uncle Hugh, 250 miles away,but you hadn’t the strength any more to carry on, the angels took you our baby, too early, too soon
Why baby why?
Now you are at the Bridge there is another star in the sky, it’s the brightest one we see every night.
Nothing we say sweet Puds seems to be enough to say how much you mean to us, you will be with us forever in our broken hearts
Good night Pudsey, and until we meet again be happy and keep wagging that tail of yours.
Sometimes in life,
you find a special friend;
Someone who changes your life
Just by being part of it.
Someone who makes you laugh
Until you can't stop;
Someone who makes you believe
That there really is good in the world.
Someone who convinces you
That there really is an unlocked door
Just waiting for you to open it.
This is Forever Friendship.
Fly with the angels dear Pudsey. We all loved you.
I would like to nominate Bernie and Dave's Scrumpy - he truly was one in a million and their dog of a lifetime...
He was the epitome of the Labrador - biddable, loyal, gorgeous and fun to be around - he lived life to the full, working in the field with his dad in his young days and living a great life in front of the fire in his later years. He became housemates with Smiff and an excellent role model and big brother to Woody and then doting Uncle to Mitch.
This boy touched my heart and I feel I will always be a better labrador person having met and spent time with him...
there is so much more to write, but alas typing whilst your eyes are leaking is so hard so I'll come back again later...
On sat the 20th Sept about 9.30 am I got a call from my local vet, asking if it was true that I had Registered Blood Donors? of course I said yes as I have
he than went on to tell me of the plight of a very sick Weinmaranar in with a closed pyometra (opps spelling) and losing blood at an alarming rate, he was hoping to opperate that morning to remove the damaged iner working of the wee soul but due to the sever blood loss he couldnt, all that was left for him to do was a blood transfusion to see if they could get her blood s up a bit so they could help her
only one small prob that morning, the last of Breaghas pups was going to her new home and I couldnt leave as they where already on their way, so vet came and collected Solo, and off they went
new owners left and I called the vets to see how everything was going, to be told that Solo was sitting on the table having her blood taken and enjoying the fuss being made of her, assistant said that the vet would cal to arrange Solo to come home
So as you can all guess I had the worst three hours of waiting to see if the poor wee mite was ok
vet called to say he would bring Solo back in about half an hour
Solo arrived home with two white bandageson her front legs and bouncing around as if nothing had happened, vet said to mind and give her plenty of fluids and some digestives to bring her own blood sugars back up, he was so pleased with her especially as she went with him on her own to get those horrible needles stuck in her. I asked the vet how the girl was doing and he said that if she made the night then it looks good, but she has a long way to go
I have now had an update on the poor mite, and she is.................................................................... ...................................................................... .................... bouncing around as if nothing happened
the vet did the transfusion and with in five hours of receiving the bloods she was sitting up and looking to have some thing to eat, two days later and she was sent home only to return to get her stiches out from the removal of the womb
so IMHO Solo is a true Life Saver
____________ The Velvetine gang. Sookie, Solo & Darcie.
I would like to nominate my Long-haired, Golden Labrador ( ), Zorro-Albert.
2007 started off as the most anus-horribalus (or whatever it was that the Queen said about her rotten year that time! ) for both me and Zorro. Whilst I was a jellied-heap of uselessness, Zorro was just himself - doing what he has always done with all his heart, which is offering comfort and unconditional love.
He was with me on many horrible and difficult visits to the hospital, came to work with me when it just felt too hard to play the 'I'm ok' bit, and he maintained normality at a time when things were far from normal for me and my family.
Through this time, I didn't know if Zorro would be allowed to retire from his work as an assistance dog, but I desperately wanted him to. I don't know what I'd have done if he'd been taken from me, but I would have fought for him with everything I had. Because I knew that Zorro would be miserable without us - the boys, The Gang, and me.
And thank God he was retired and stayed! And if ever a dog deserved to hang up his green jacket, it's Zozz. Because he is plain and simply a 'Good' dog.
And now, bless him, he's letting me play gun-dogs with him! Zorro would be exactly the same if I asked him to come train-spotting with me, or to accompany me to serviette-folding classes - he'd give it his heart and soul and never stop trying to be 'good' for me.
He's not brave, he's not fought a dreadful illness, he's not a winner, he's never excelled at anything. But to me and those who love him, he's the most 'goodest' dog that ever walked this planet. I am incredibly lucky to have him.
Oh heck....Ted, my fox-red, shorter-legged, long-haired lab has just seen what I wrote about Zorro, and now he wants me to nominate him........
Ok.....I nominate Ted because.......um.........well......lets think about this..............he has very vertically challenged?
Becs and The Gang
PMSL
____________ Natalie x
LAB LINK RESCUE Co ordinator and Forum Administrator for my sins
Jack, Molly & Maia, watched over by Tara Banana from the Bridge
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So can i copy and paste ???? 
typing whilst your eyes are leaking is so hard so I'll come back again later...
) for both me and Zorro. Whilst I was a jellied-heap of uselessness, Zorro was just himself - doing what he has always done with all his heart, which is offering comfort and unconditional love.
