Many of our cyberspace friends and followers came to our home via my first blog Red’s Rants and Raves that began in 2009. The Red Man was a rescued Welsh terrier who looked at life from both sides then but always picked the right side to champion.
Two years ago this week we said goodbye to the little guy who brought us so much love. This is a re-blog from February 22, 2016.
Red and the old woman Slow
December, 2000 – February 22, 2016
It is with immeasurable pain and sorrow I must tell our Amigos and Sports Fans that the old woman Slow’s best friend and faithful companion has passed on to his reward, which Pretty and Slow both hope is a rich one.
Red spiced up our lives with his annoying barking rants and raves and endless supply of Welsh terrier energy. Nothing and no one escaped his tirades, but he saved his love for his Pack and Pretty and Slow.
He ran away from us countless times for reasons known only to him – but always ran to someone who would call us to bring him home. His escapes were remarkably injury free and equally free from remorse. We hope this final escape is his best ever.
No words can express the depth of our sadness at bringing Red’s Rants and Raves to this ending. We understand death is inevitable, but we will miss the Spirit of The Red Man that brought us such joy and happiness and was the life of our homes on Worsham Street in Texas and at Casa de Canterbury in South Carolina. Our lives will be entirely too quiet without him.
Smokey Lonesome Ollie, Paw Licker Annie, Tennis Ball Obsessed Chelsea, Fence Jumper Spike and The Red Man will live forever in our hearts and memories as will all of our cyberspace friends who are now a part of our family. We will miss you all.
Get me outta here, Percy – and he did.
I'll Call It Like I See It 
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14 responses to “remembering The Red Man two years later”
He gave you many happy memories—and you graciously shared them with us.
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Thank you so much, Luanne. The Red Man lives on in the memories of his Amigos and Sports Fans.
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He does!
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This is my first read. We never forget the antics and love and loyalty of our best friends.
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Thank you for stopping by. Yes, he was my best friend for so many years I stopped counting…
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Cripes, that has flown by. Don’t suppose you miss him any less 😦 Your descriptions of his escapes always made us smile but we could imagine the terror felt while searching.
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Red was a Houdini wrapped in fur, but he always managed to come home.
My absolute favorite memory of him was when he ran away from Casa de Canterbury and we had walked back to the house after searching for a long time. While we were standing in the front yard, a gorgeous convertible with the top down rode past us. There was Red riding in the front seat – ignoring us and our frantic gestures to stop. He had found a better ride.
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😂
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Definitely my favorite story too. At least his head wasn’t too terribly turned by the superior ride. 🤣
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You know, Ann, The Red Man was always a little on the haughty side, but no, I think he was pretty happy to see us!
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Red’s spirit especially lives on up North as every time his best girl, Miss Poppy Seed, makes a great escape, I call it “Pulling a Red Man.” 🙄😁
She’s been on lock down from puppyhood, but that doesn’t stop her from emulating her cyber mentor and hero, with a much lower success rate. 🤣
We never forget the little heartbreakers.
Love and hugs,
Ann
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That’s a great story, Ann…”pulling a Red Man” indeed. His spirit lives on in the North and that brings tears to my eyes…I know for sure he would like to think Miss Poppy Seed remembers her Red Man.
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I think, had they met, the world would never recover from their joyous pandemonium.
💓💓💓
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I couldn’t agree more.
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