I am busy trying to keep Dog Dad from thinking to much today. So it is bark at Dad, put a cold nose in his side, try to get him to play with a ball day. Why am I doing this? Well, three years ago today Uncle Deacon crossed the Rainbow Bridge. Thinking to much causes Dog Dad to get misty-eyed and melon-collie.
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Thinking of Uncle Deacon Today |
I heard a lot about Uncle Deacon from Great Auntie Essex and the pups at Angel Paws. He was a very popular. I've done an excellent job keeping Dad happy and supporting him after the Rainbow Bridge crossings of two very good chums.
Dog Dad gives me a smile and a big hug. He tells me thanks for choosing him as my hooman. As Dad would say, the only thing worse than having a dog cross the Rainbow Bridge is not having a dog in his life.
Dog Speed,
Sherman