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"Pasture Dog"
March 1, 2000 - December 28, 2014

Duncan was never a "typical" cocker. Even the way he arrived in Cocker Spaniel Rescue of East Texas was atypical.

An elderly client of a Brazoria area vet clinic brought the scrawny little tan and white sable male cocker spaniel in asking the vet to help find him a home. He had been living in a pasture for six months and she was worried about him. The vet and her staff named him Duncan. The vet took Duncan to her sister-in-law who was doing doxie rescue at the time who in turn contacted Cocker Spaniel Rescue of East Texas. We agreed to take him into our program. Consequently Doc hauled him back from south Houston to our Lake Jackson home. She warned that he could be a little defensive until he warmed up to you. As a result of Duncan, Doc at Wild Peach Veterinary Clinic began to work with CSRET.

It took weeks for Duncan to warm up. He was eager to take the food we offered but leary of accepting petting. Forget about snuggling up with this guy. He was suspicious and untrusting. It was obvious the six months in a pasture had been difficult as evidenced by the way he hoarded food.

He spent three months as our foster dog getting neutered and going through heartworm treatment. He kept giving me "sneak peeks" of his real personality which I grew to love. When I kept finding reasons not to take him to adoptions my husband began asking "Are you planning on adopting him?" I kept telling him "no" but deep in my heart I knew there was a special connection between me and Duncan. Eventually Duncan became mine. It took some time but we fattened him up and then I got a surprise. What I thought was a low maintenance coat was actually as thick as a rabbit fur coat.

Duncan had such a sense of adventure and was so personable that I often took him with me to pick up my son from school. As my son climbed in the van one day he mentioned his glasses had broken. I quickly decided we would go directly to the optometrist's office. Since I couldn't bring Duncan inside he and I sat outside on the stoop where I could look through the glass door and keep an eye on my son. As Duncan and I sat there I noticed two women kept looking at us. When they exited the younger woman commented that Duncan looked exactly like a dog she had owned. This struck fear into my heart. What if Duncan was her dog? What if she wanted him back?

I started doing some detective work and with the assistance of the optometrist office figured out who this lady was. (No HIPPA laws were broken.) Once Kristi and I began talking we pretty much concluded Duncan was her dog Blaze. The age was right, she had lived in Brazoria County when she had Duncan and he had been found in Brazoria County.

The tale of how he wound up in a pasture was complicated. Kristi has purchased him as a puppy and raised him. When Kristi's marriage dissolved she decided she needed to get a college education. Her mother was left to re-home Duncan. He was either sold or given to a family. How he became a "pasture dog" is still a mystery. We don't know if the people dumped him or if he ran away. Because I located Duncan's original owner I got something most adopters never have - puppy pictures of Duncan.

Fortunately Kristi saw how much I loved Duncan and was happy to leave him with me. She visited him a few times and eventually adopted a couple cockers from CSRET.

Duncan was an unusual mix of traits. He was not really fond of other dogs yet he was welcoming to the hundreds of foster dogs who came through our home, never showing a bit of aggression. Although Duncan had a strong independent streak he really liked living with us. You could tell that Duncan would take off if he got the chance. But I had to laugh when I realized he was turning around every few seconds to make sure I was following. We were often tickled by his ability to count. If there were more than three other dogs in a room, he would leave and go to another room. He was such a loner that two of his favorite places to hide out were in the wet bar (with a cushy bed) or along side the downstairs toilet. Yet he was a very gregarious dog who loved to meet people.

Duncan loved to travel. I'm not so sure he didn't love it most of all because he was the only dog selected to go (thus the center of attention) or if he just liked the adventure.

His absolute favorite thing to do was to go on walks. The colder, the better. The distance did not matter whether it was down to the corner or a couple of miles. He would trudge on. He was a dream to walk because he always stayed to the left and seldom pulled. He walked many a mile with me.

Duncan was a handsome dog in a rugged way although when he was in a full coat people would often call him a girl! He had a droopy eye, a nub for a tail and an uncanny ability to make friends.

Duncan was my faithful friend, my walking buddy and I shall miss him dearly.

Farewell, Pasture Dog. You were so loved. Run pain free, old friend, joyfully through the fields and flowers that lead to the Rainbow Bridge.

Duncan's Mom