Thumper the NC Adventure Dog "English Springer Spaniel"

"How do I look honey?  Does this make me look fat?," said Thumper the NC Adventure Dawg.


My bowl is empty...what's up with that?  You gonna feed me or what?


Puppy kiss.


Thumper as a pup, exercising and running through the woods while we hiked Morrow Mountain State Park, NC.  He loves the woods.

Thumper running as fast as he can on the beach at the OBX, right next to the Cape Hatteras Light House.

Thumper using a rock as a pillow, sleeps next to the fire while camping with us at Bullocksville State Park, NC.  He played hard.

Thumper inspects my crappie catch and said "This one's too small, throw it back."

Air pump check, tent check, shovel check, cooler check, broom check, Coleman stove check, clothes check, Coleman lantern check, toilet paper check, and my wind loving dog....check!  Ready to do some camping.

Thumper loves to go swimming in Kerr Lake, Bullocksville State Park, NC.

Thumper loves to ride in the back of the car.  My daughter catching some ZZZZZZ's from a hard day of playing.


Thumper my 55 lb. Springer visiting his cousin, Kanada, "the big baby" in Texas.

Thumper rode with us in the back of the car for 3,500 miles round trip and toured Pensacola, New Orleans, Houston, and San Antonio.


Happy dog running on the muddy banks of an island on Kerr Lake.

"The Power of the Dog"

By Rudyard Kipling

There is sorrow enough in the natural way
From men and women to fill our day;
And when we are certain of sorrow in store,
Why do we always arrange for more?
Brothers and Sisters, I bid you beware
Of giving your heart to a dog to tear.

Buy a pup and your money will buy
Love unflinching that cannot lie --
Perfect passion and worship fed
By a kick in the ribs or a pat on the head.
Nevertheless it is hardly fair
To risk your heart for a dog to tear.

When the fourteen years which Nature permits
Are closing in asthma, or tumour, or fits,
And the vet's unspoken prescription runs
To lethal chambers or loaded guns,
Then you will find -- it's your own affair --
But . . . you've given your heart to a dog to tear.

When the body that lived at your single will,
With its whimper of welcome, is stilled (how still!)
When the spirit hat answered your every mood
Is gone -- wherever it goes -- for good,
You will discover how much you care,
And will give your heart to a dog to tear.

We've sorrow enough in the natural way,
When it comes to burying Christian clay.
Our loves are not given, but only lent,
At compound interest of cent per cent.
Though it is not always the case, I believe,
That the longer we've kept'em, the more do we grieve;

For, when debts are payable, right or wrong,
A short-time loan is as bad as a long --
So why in -- Heaven (before we are there)
Should we give our hearts to a dog to tear?