My Loveline

Some dogs are big on tracing their bloodline. I'm not one of those dogs. If you were sired by an AKC champion ball fetcher, that's great! Celebrate your heritage! What I am most interested in tracing (and sharing with all of you) is my loveline. That's right. I'm not talking about a dating service here, but the lineage of Airelove that led my hooman girl to adopt me out of all the adoptable dogs in the world. Just how did I get here?

I used to think it was just my irresistible charm & fetching good looks ...

But actually, I owe a debt of gratitude to a venerable Airedale named Rascal Unique. He is where my girl's love of Airedales started, and my loveline begins. One of her best friends adopted him at about the same time she moved to town. Rascal was six at the time. That was almost seven years ago. (We had to dip into the photo archives for some of these pics - excuse the quality).

Rascal was a very laid back Airedale sage (with a Pooh Bear fetish).

After knowing the love of a good Aireboy like Rascal, she decided to adopt a saucey Airegirl named Rosie for herself (through Airedale Rescue). Rosie was six years old when she came to live with my hooman girl and they were like peas and carrots. She had never seen a dog with more attitude!

Rosie in her state of extra fuzziness.

Rosie's favorite wig. (Don't ask).

Well, Rosie was aching for a brother, and just as my girl was about to contact Airedale Rescue to see who was up for adoption, they contacted her! They had a 5 year old Aireboy who had been abused by his former people and needed a home quick. It didn't take much for my girl to fall in love with him, and she named him Bert. (From what I hear, he never knew his original name anyway, and responded to the name Bert like that had been his name forever and he was just waiting for someone else to finally figure that out).

Bert was a sweet Aireboy with a very old soul.

Rosie and Bert went everywhere with my girl, and they became the stuff of legend in the neighborhood. To give you an idea of just how tight Rosie & Bert were, here's one of their family photos. (Bert's on the left & Rosie's on the right).

Sadly, Rascal and Bert went to the Rainbow Bridge at the ripe old ages of ten and eleven, and it broke my girl's heart. But the biggest break she would face came just a few months ago back in February when her Rosie Girl made her own trip to that bridge at the age of twelve.

That's where I come in.

My girl never thought she'd ever have a young pup like me, but I'm going to make her proud she chose me to be hers. I'm fourth in this loveline, and no Airelove is going to be lost on my watch! So, even though I'm busy ruling my own country, my main purpose in life is to rule my hooman girl's heart. (The love fest began the minute we met and it's going strong). Thanks Airedale Rescue!

Full of Goober Love,

Stanley