I found a few of the best pictures that we had of him. I wish we had taken more and had had more time with him.
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I found a few of the best pictures that we had of him. I wish we had taken more and had had more time with him.
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My poor boy is gone. This is how it happened.
These people came by the house yesterday evening to inquire if we wanted to have our dead tree removed. I asked them about some trees and branches that were pushing through our fence. They said they could take care of those too.
When the tree guy and I left the backyard, the fence didn’t shut quite properly, but I secured it. They went back there again though to take some measurements and apparently they didn’t secure the fence properly.
After they left, I fed my boys Bodie and Doobie and then as usual let them outside into the fenced-in backyard to do their business. Melinda Google chatted with me to say she was coming home and asked me to put some rolls into the oven as she was starved. I asked her to get some bones from Target because Bodie had been sad and wanting one for several days. I figured it would be a nice surprise for him. After I finished chatting with her, I wanted to bring the dogs inside. If I leave them too long out there, they (especially Bodie) usually start barking at stuff like the neighbor’s dogs.
To my horror, they were not in the back yard. Continue reading →
Here’s a flashback to a pre-blog event that my wife Melinda and I managed to capture with my first digital camera which was a birthday present from her. On Christmas Day after a very nice time spent visiting with my mother-in-law and her husband, Melinda and I returned home and got out the stockings that my mother-in-law had filled for our two boys Bodie and Doobie. One of the items was a small plush ball that most dogs would probably enjoy squeezing and gnawing on. But not so with Bodie. Let us observe the inevitable tragic outcome.