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Category: Max
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Belle turned 15 in January. So of course we threw her a party with a cake that she and her two nieces shared. We've never had a dog this long. And as of right now, judging by how she'll still chase after the neighbor's truck if we let go of her collar too soon,…
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"…remember someone said that God gave us memory so that we might have roses in December…." ~J.M. Barrie, "Courage" (The Rectorial Address Delivered at St. Andrews University, 1922 May 3rd) There are some days when the not-so-sweet! seems to overshadow the sweet! Yesterday was one of those days. First, I heard of the passing of…
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There's a small pond tucked into the bottom of a hill down the road from our house. It can be counted on to hold water when the others have all dried up, deep enough that our Max puppy could really swim in it sometimes, not just wade. He loved it. One morning…
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Each morning since my old puppy Max passed away, Belle and I have ended our walk in the little cemetery where he, Charly, Chewy, Ruthie, and Frankie are all buried. It may seem like a bittersweet way to start the day, but I believe it has helped me, and maybe Belle, transition to…
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"Dogs’ lives are too short. Their only fault, really." ~ Agnes Sligh Turnbull He wandered up to our house from the woods almost 11 years ago, a not-so-small puppy with crooked ears and a face so black you could barely see his eyes. We never found out where he came from, but…
Long Hollow 