Today Sucks

I got Dingo in 1994 from the local pound. When I saw her, I reached into her cage and she immediately darted under the stainless steel table. Her little head peeked out and she growled like the biggest five pound puppy ever. I grabbed her by the back of the next and decided that she was the puppy for me. Fourteen years later, I can say she has been a wonder dog. My shadow. When I’d throw a Frisbee and Aussie (The Australian Shepard pictured below who died about a year ago) would run, jump and catch it, Dingo stayed by my side. “You’re crazy if you think I’m running after that thing,” I sure she thought. Dingo was the smart one. She knew she’d still get a treat even if she didn’t run after a ball or a disc. She figured out that if my arm hung over the side of the bed or chair that rubbing against it would get me to pet her. And there is a lot more. Over the past year, she's been living with my parents because I thought I'd be traveling right now. I took her to the Vet. today for the last time. She will be missed. A lot.

Dingo

Meat and Aussie.