Last week I posted about the passing of our oldest dog. His name was Brisco and he had been with us for eleven years. I received many touching comments and many other people stopped me in Smalltownland to express their sympathy. Funny how a dog can become a part of your family. Trust me when I say he is still being greatly missed. I have even caught myself looking for him when I was passing out treats this week.
I should mention that we still have four other dogs who continue to reside with us on our farmette. They spread much love, joy, slobber, and dog hair everywhere they go. So here's to the Jack Russell who sleeps under my covers, hides her dog chews in my daughter's bed, and bosses everyone around.
Here's to a Lab/Pointer mix who thinks he owns the couch, has feet the size of King Kong, and often thinks he is a lap-dog.
Here's to Border Collie #2 who rounds up cows, attempts to sort dirty laundry, and must sniff/inspect any food you attempt to give her.