[Bill,
September 13, 2007]
Good dog
It was four years ago this month that we took Patrick the cocker spaniel to the vet for some tests. He seemed to be having some trouble with his leg. Four months after that, he was gone. No need to revisit the sadness.
I just wanted to take a moment to remember the happy little guy, criss-crossing the road when we walked him, trying to intimidate a horse by barking at him (ditto a St. Bernard), finding ways to get out the door (even when we knew the move was coming), the I'm-going-for-a-ride dance, the you're-home dance, the deadly serious look on his face at the mere sound of the biscuit jar opening, and such.
I just wanted to take a moment to remember the happy little guy, criss-crossing the road when we walked him, trying to intimidate a horse by barking at him (ditto a St. Bernard), finding ways to get out the door (even when we knew the move was coming), the I'm-going-for-a-ride dance, the you're-home dance, the deadly serious look on his face at the mere sound of the biscuit jar opening, and such.