My best friend the
German Schafer dog Ingodd’s Barry was born in a town in Norway named Trondheim
march 12 th 1990. We get him may 7th
1990 and he has lived together with us until he died July 10th 2000. So long he lived he loved to walk in
the forest. And when he was young we tried to learn him to be a good dog as
could follow the footprint. And he loved to work with that! But it stopped
because my foot could not follow him in the woods in full speed. So he had to
be a good family dog. But one of our neighbours loved to use skiing in the
wintertime in the wood. And he had a lapp sleigh Barry loved to draw with the children of the neighbour into it.
So he did do that for years until it stopped last winter because his back had
got calcinations. So the rest of his life he walked in the forest and anywhere
ells together with me and my girlfriend in his own speed. But he was a very
special dog. He understood so much, and we was saying the only thing he
couldn’t was speak like a human being. When Barry and I was walking out in the
woods, and we came to places where the was difficult to walk, Barry stopped and
mark that was difficult for me to walk just right there, so he stood still
until I was over that place. And he was my girlfriend best guard, but we didn’t
ever learned him in that way, but he understood it very well. So even he never
got to be a show dog, or anything brave thing for us and for all people who met
Barry on their way in the life, they all loved him very much, and will be
remember him for rest of our life. I will shine piece for the memory for my
best friend Barry.