Annie
Annie was the perfect dog. Boy, oh boy, did she loved her daddy, Ken. She also loved her sister, Jena and baby niece, Eden. She was one of the only airedales that would snuggle with a wild toddler; it was hard to say "bye, bye, dog, dog." She loved to sneak into her daddy's bed, hated having her picture taken, and was terrified of thunder. She loved baby Eden, protected her, and loved to lick any leftovers off her face. She was the best car rider, and loved to sit up in the back seat on road trips. Annie was met at the Rainbow Bridge by her big brother, Jackson, and they will run and play Annie was the perfect dog. Boy, oh boy, did she loved her daddy, Ken. She also loved her sister, Jena and baby niece, Eden. She was one of the only airedales that would snuggle with a wild toddler; it was hard to say "bye, bye, dog, dog." She loved to sneak into her daddy's bed, hated having her picture taken, and was terrified of thunder. She loved baby Eden, protected her, and loved to lick any leftovers off her face. She was the best car rider, and loved to sit up in the back seat on road trips. Annie was met at the Rainbow Bridge by her big brother, Jackson, and they will run and play together again. They will wait together on their daddy and for their joyful reunion. Until then, Annie will be watching over her family, not from her bed in the living room, but from a higher place. We love you Annie Fannie.

Chelsea
October 12,2013 Apologies about Chelsea... Damn, .. Oh Damn. DAMN! There are discrepancies in a thinking being's life. One of them is mortality. To understand such is to come to the reality of non-continuance. And so on.... Our Chelsea.. the tears fall and my key pad us wet. It will be wet forever more. She died in her 14th year, of a foxtail that had imbedded it self, working into her lung from the outside. It took her a year to die from it. I am so ashamed. The love of my life I let down, and she never doubted me... She would ask... Put her head in my lap... " But Dad. it hurts, awful" I would look but could find nothing. An entire year this unconscionableness went on!!!

Cisco
Cisco Kid - Dec. 2nd, 2004 - Oct. 24th, 2013 Cisco was loved, cherished, and adored from the first time his little black nose made it's entrance into the world to the last time he lay down with me at his side and took his last breath. He was a typical Airedale, in, on, and around everything, anytime, anywhere. He had a longer laundry list of "disposed of" items by the time he was two than most dogs do during a life time. Cisco loved life with a zest. He had the most charming grin that greeted me in the morning combined with his "it's a new day!" attitude that made every day we shared together very special. My heart bleeds, but his legacy will live on, if it were not for Cisco I would have never known the truly wonderful people in the Airedale world. You all are just a tremendous group of folks, the honor is mine. Godspeed my love, until we meet again.

Bailey
We knew her time was coming close, but Greg and I have such a hard time deciding when is the right time for our dogs. We want to hold on to them for as long as possible. Bailey was a fighter to the end. She went on a short walk last night and had a good breakfast this morning. Even went out to do her business :) But at around 8:30 she suffered a severe seizure. So I ran her down to the vet. She was not moving at all and didn't really know where she was. The vet said she thought she might have something neurological going on, like a tumor or something...along with her other many problems. She wasn't responsive. So at that point I decided it was time to let her rest in peace. Bailey was a great dog, and I think she was pretty happy the last year and a half of her life. Greg and she were great friends. We are going to miss her.

Scruffy
My Baby Boy He was the light of my life. Now that he’s gone there is a big hole in my heart. The memory of him brings tears to my eyes. He was cheeky to the extreme. He’d steal my outside sippers just when I wanted to change into them. “So funny, ha, ha got you”. Each morning he greeted me with his tuckbuttrun just to say hi. But he was hardworking Airedale. He was conscientious to the extreme about his guarding duties. Despite his lame rear leg, he will not be caught sleeping on the job. Usually I like to bring him into the house for warmth and comfort. But he won’t have any of it. When he hears the door open, he leaps up, races off into the woods barking, because there is a nasty intruder he had to apprehend. I never figured out why he was concerned that he might be caught sleeping on the porch. He was an old dog for sure, but since he was 11-week-old, he operated under a handicap - he was run over by a pick-up truck. But that didn’t diminish his zest for life: - he kept deers and elks off the property, chased coyotes anytime he heard one, trailed and hunted skunks on the roads, treed raccoons tenaciously, dug for rodents with the cat. He got along famously with the cats in the house. In fact they hunted as a team. But the prize is always his to take! In the end what took his life was his enlarged heart which led to painful fluid retention. On top of that he had cataracts –that made for poor odds for a beautiful Airedale living in the countryside. He was my wonderful Baby Boy, my life would have been so much less without him in it. I needed him. I still hear him calling me to let him in.