Skip to comments.George W. Bush’s dog Barney dies
Posted on 02/01/2013 7:41:21 PM PST by onyx
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God bless him.
FYI for President Bush’s Ping List
Ahh, sad news.
Thanks for posting. Oh, so sad!
I thought he hated ALL reporters — and that’s why Bush would bring him out. A truly lovely, beautiful dog.
Breaks my heart. May the Lord prevent the left from teasing George and Laura about this loss. I watched the Millie and
Ranger run down the south lawn to great W’s parents one day. There is just something about a WH dog.
How’s his dad doing? I haven’t heard anything for a while. He must. have improved some.
I conducted a search.
Lousy title on that one.
Much better, I think, because he’s at home!
Rest in peace Barney..thank you for 12 years of faithful service..I will always remember those Christmas videos of him running around..such a beautiful dog
Different source anyways so it’s good to post both. I just wanted to make sure folks interested in this one got to see the other as well.
Bless Barney...I did love seeing his Christmas videos! :)
That’s good. Thanks
Man, I hate that. Me and my family loved Barney Cam. Such a good little dog.
Prayers for President and First Lady Bush. It’s one of the hardest things you’ll ever do, sayin’ goodbye to a friend like that.
So sad. I know what it’s like to lose your dog. Dogs give unconditional love. I cried like a baby when I lost my dog. :(
I always loved the Christmas Barneycam trips through all the decorations and pushing that red Christmas ornament around..RIP Barney. He is now on the Rainbow Bridge and will meet you there.
Sympathy to the Bush family.
So sorry to hear of this. Barney was such a cute dog. Barney cam = classic. I wonder how Miss Beezly is taking it? Prayers up for President and Mra. Bush. Losing a pet always sucks.
Just this side of heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge.
When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge.
There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play together.
There is plenty of food, water and sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable.
All the animals who had been ill and old are restored to health and vigor; those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by.
The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing; they each miss someone very special to them, who had to be left behind.
They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance. His bright eyes are intent; His eager body quivers. Suddenly he begins to run from the group, flying over the green grass, his legs carrying him faster and faster.
You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again. The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands again caress the beloved head, and you look once more into the trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone from your life but never absent from your heart.
Then you cross Rainbow Bridge together....
BTTT for Barney.
My Hero. Rest Well, Good and Faithful Servant.
It’s totally wonderful that Barney was loved for 12 years by such loving and giving parents. No Dog, Son, Daughter could ask for more blessings than to be totally loved!
Here is the poem they gave us when we had our Australian Shepard cremated last year:
I wonder if Christ had a little old dog
All shinny and silky like mine?
And a nose round and wet
With two cute little ears
And two eyes brown and tender that shine
I’m sure if He had, that little dog
Knew right from the start He was God;
That he needed no proof that Christ was divine
And just worshiped the ground where he trod.
I’m afraid the He hadn’t, because I have read,
How He prayed in the garden alone.
For all of His friends and disciples had fled
Even Peter, the one called the stone.
And OK! I am sure, that that little dog,
With a heart so tender and warm
Would never have left Him to suffer alone
But creeping right under His arm,
Would have licked the dear fingers,
In agony clasped, and counting all favors but loss,
When they took Him away would have trotted behind,
And followed Him right to the cross.
I’m sure too, that that little dog
Would want us all to know
To ask Christ into our hearts is the way to go
And when we bow before the throne of God
In answer to His call
I know we’ll see that little dog, round wet nose and all.
I hope George is all right.
I cried for weeks when my Grace Kelly left me after 15 years. What a great dog and good friend she was.
Seems a million years ago when we had a traditional American family in the White House - now we have welfare scammers, LGBT, freeloading mothers in law, communists, MB operatives, the SOS is some gal who’s husband cheated on her so she got that job, the new SOS met with enemy combatants as a lowly lefttenant to try and surrender to them on behalf of the USA . . where will it all end?
Bravo well done Barney!
I love those dogs! They make for great friends and fun. I had one that would chase the cat out the cat door into the garage then run right back upstairs to go find the cat knowing at some point the cat would be back there somehow. This could go on for hours. Bush loved that dog. Barney always seemed to travel with him.
I’m going to send him a card of condolence:
George Bush Presidential Library and Museum
1000 George Bush Drive West
College Station, TX 77845
It sounds to me that Ole Barn had a longer, better life and came to a better end than poor old Buddy, his predecessor as First Dog..
There is sorrow enough in the natural way
From men and women to fill our day;
But 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 that nature permits
Are closing in asthma or tumors or fits
And the vet’s unspoken prescription runs
To lethal chambers, or loaded guns.
Then you will find—its your own affair
But—you’ve given your heart to a dog to tear.
When the body that lived at your single will
When the whimper of welcome is stilled (how still!)
When the spirit that answered your every mood
Is gone—wherever it goes—for good,
You still 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?
Kipling, Power of the Dog
ohh, what a wonderful idea! Thank you for sharing and for providing the address. I’ll do the same.
My 16 y/o mini schnauzer went to heaven last year and it still hurts....miss her so much. I’m so sad for President and Mrs. Bush. It was obvious how much President Bush loved Barney and BarneyCam gave us lots of smiles too.
This one was one of my favorite Christmas videos with Barney. I just loved that little guy!
. . . . "But... I don't want to go to Texas in August."
I remember when this photo was taken; President Bush and Barney were on their way to the Ranch.
RIP, sweet little Barney.
as a dog lover and owner of a Soft Coated Wheaten Terrier, and son's inherited Ridge back Husky...I've know the hurt and pain the Bush Family are feeling as we lost three schnauzers...
we are now retired and our pups are by our side constantly..one eight years and our recent addition is almost 15, so we know one day, down the road he will be looking for the Rainbow Bridge to join the schnauzers and wait for us...
hope everyone has a wonderful Winter week end..
Yeah, I found another Cocker that amazingly looks a lot like my Grace Kelly and has the same temperament.
Super smart little guy, with loads of confidence. Loves to learn new things and excellent with retrieve.(he loves it)
His name is Jack Tripper and his brother is Rex Harrison.
Barney we barely knew ye
That’s a real sweet poem; I’m glad you posted it! I like the one about the Rainbow Bridge, too! There is another one somewhere I’ve seen and it’s called “Paws In Heaven”, or something like that? There is one for a cat too, and it’s really sweet, too! If anyone has it, could they post it, or send it to me?
I know how you feel.
I have pretty much cut myself off from news. I can’t bear to watch it.
Granted, I stopped watching television back around 1996 or so, stopped reading papers and magazines years ago, have never had cable, so it is easier for me to do that than it sounds.
Just a couple of days ago I learn they are putting women in front line combat.
Then, my alarm radio goes off the next day, and the first thing I hear when I wake up is a cheerful liberal DJ exclaiming “Well, the Boy Scouts have finally entered the 21st Century...”
I know how you feel.
Thanks for the memories Mr. President. Barney was such a delight to watch. I know they're mourning tonight. R. I. P. Barney Bush. :(
I loved Barney’s Whitehouse Christmas decoration tour videos. RIP Barney.
I wish President Bush had a little more of Barney's "I don't give a rat's ass if he IS a reporter and that I'm on film...I'm havin' fingers for lunch" attitude.
I wonder what kind of dog Allen West has.
RIP Barney, you’ll make lots of friends at the Rainbow Bridge.
We have a little cairn terrier who is almost black and he looks a lot like Barney. He’s also 12 years old. Our furry little boy brings us such joy. He is so loyal that when my husband is out of town, he mopes at the top of the stairs looking out the window, waiting to see if my husband is coming. I have to coax him to bed.
I loved Barney, and I loved that the Bushes doted on him. Biting that reporter was just icing on the cake!
I love your idea and sweet sentiment.
Thanks very much.