Bandit, a black and white Border Collie Mix. His age is unknown, except we think he might of been 1-2 years old when we got him in February of 1991. We got him from the Humane Society.
Bandit was a runner, everytime he had the chance to escape he would and run through the neighborhood. Getting him back was usually a chore, bribery with treats didnt work after awhile. But we would eventually trap and grab Bandit with the help of our neighbors.
He loved to fight, chew on my arm, play tug-of-war with an old rag and fetch his ball. Bandit enjoyed having his head out the window of the car when we would go for a ride somewhere. Bandit would bark like a "mad dog" when we were in a drive-thru, knowing that possibly food was coming his way. He LOVED vanilla ice cream cones, especially from McDonalds.
We dont know what Bandit died from, we think it might of been old age. He became weak and "out of it", we took Bandit to the vet. Vet noted that he was "up there" in age and that maybe his arthritis was the problem. The vet gave him a shot and told us to wait a few more days. Three days had past with no change, we took Bandit to the vet to have him put to sleep. While on the vet's examining table, Bandit passed away on his own, without the vet even touching him.
Bandit will always be missed and loved by Brian and I.
(Bandit's grave is the grassy area, not the moved dirt.) Headstone is on order.
Bandit was a runner, everytime he had the chance to escape he would and run through the neighborhood. Getting him back was usually a chore, bribery with treats didnt work after awhile. But we would eventually trap and grab Bandit with the help of our neighbors.
He loved to fight, chew on my arm, play tug-of-war with an old rag and fetch his ball. Bandit enjoyed having his head out the window of the car when we would go for a ride somewhere. Bandit would bark like a "mad dog" when we were in a drive-thru, knowing that possibly food was coming his way. He LOVED vanilla ice cream cones, especially from McDonalds.
We dont know what Bandit died from, we think it might of been old age. He became weak and "out of it", we took Bandit to the vet. Vet noted that he was "up there" in age and that maybe his arthritis was the problem. The vet gave him a shot and told us to wait a few more days. Three days had past with no change, we took Bandit to the vet to have him put to sleep. While on the vet's examining table, Bandit passed away on his own, without the vet even touching him.
Bandit will always be missed and loved by Brian and I.
(Bandit's grave is the grassy area, not the moved dirt.) Headstone is on order.
Bandit, a black and white Border Collie Mix. His age is unknown, except we think he might of been 1-2 years old when we got him in February of 1991. We got him from the Humane Society.
Bandit was a runner, everytime he had the chance to escape he would and run through the neighborhood. Getting him back was usually a chore, bribery with treats didnt work after awhile. But we would eventually trap and grab Bandit with the help of our neighbors.
He loved to fight, chew on my arm, play tug-of-war with an old rag and fetch his ball. Bandit enjoyed having his head out the window of the car when we would go for a ride somewhere. Bandit would bark like a "mad dog" when we were in a drive-thru, knowing that possibly food was coming his way. He LOVED vanilla ice cream cones, especially from McDonalds.
We dont know what Bandit died from, we think it might of been old age. He became weak and "out of it", we took Bandit to the vet. Vet noted that he was "up there" in age and that maybe his arthritis was the problem. The vet gave him a shot and told us to wait a few more days. Three days had past with no change, we took Bandit to the vet to have him put to sleep. While on the vet's examining table, Bandit passed away on his own, without the vet even touching him.
Bandit will always be missed and loved by Brian and I.
(Bandit's grave is the grassy area, not the moved dirt.) Headstone is on order.
Bandit was a runner, everytime he had the chance to escape he would and run through the neighborhood. Getting him back was usually a chore, bribery with treats didnt work after awhile. But we would eventually trap and grab Bandit with the help of our neighbors.
He loved to fight, chew on my arm, play tug-of-war with an old rag and fetch his ball. Bandit enjoyed having his head out the window of the car when we would go for a ride somewhere. Bandit would bark like a "mad dog" when we were in a drive-thru, knowing that possibly food was coming his way. He LOVED vanilla ice cream cones, especially from McDonalds.
We dont know what Bandit died from, we think it might of been old age. He became weak and "out of it", we took Bandit to the vet. Vet noted that he was "up there" in age and that maybe his arthritis was the problem. The vet gave him a shot and told us to wait a few more days. Three days had past with no change, we took Bandit to the vet to have him put to sleep. While on the vet's examining table, Bandit passed away on his own, without the vet even touching him.
Bandit will always be missed and loved by Brian and I.
(Bandit's grave is the grassy area, not the moved dirt.) Headstone is on order.
