And now for a break from our generally light-hearted programming.
I started this blog a little over three years ago. One of the very first posts I wrote was about our Border Collie, a story called My Dog is Not Lassie.
If you popped over to read that post, you'll know Pip always had a mind of her own. If anything old age only calcified her hard head. This week she finally came to the end of a long and hopefully happy life. In true Pip fashion, she had to do it her own way. The details are in my bimonthly post over at my alternate blog: Going Out in Style.
Now if you'll excuse me, I'm taking myself and Max for a nice long walk through the green grass, under the summer sky. I'd say Pip will be with us in spirit, but she despised Max so I'm assuming she'll be doing her own thing...as usual.
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3 comments:
Sounds like Pip was a real pip. I'm sorry for your loss.
When you can go an hour without thinking of her, you’ll know you’re “on the mend.” Enjoy the nice weather.
I'm sorry to hear it. It sounds like she was a very cool dog.
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