Fort Worth, Texas
“Still putzing around at home … ah vacation, how I love ye. Here’s the pooch, I am probably annoying her while you are reading this. Ain’t she a peach?”
I had written that on Wednesday night – trying to do some blog posts in advance before heading home. Unfortunately Thursday I got a text from my mom saying the dog had passed away. Friday my brother, sister, mom, dad and I ‘toasted’ to the dog while sharing a few favorite stories. I’ll probably write some of those later.
But for now I’ll say goodbye to the little pooch. She was about 17 years old so it was no shock, and definitely her time to go. The last few times I came home I had a mix of happiness and sadness in seeing her – sad because of how old she’d clearly gotten to be.
On a high note for her – about a month or two before she died she managed to catch a bird! (The bird had flown into a window and knocked itself unconscious.) Because of that I’ll say that she went out on a high note.
Well friends, around the same time you’re reading this I may be re-creating this battle royale that my brother and I had back in the summer of 2003. We were already a bit past the age associated with blow-up floatie animals for the pool – but that didn’t stop us from starting at either end of the pool toward each other, trying to knock the other person off their beast!
I named my killer whale (or dolphin??) Spud, I don’t remember Timbo’s animal’s name.
Based on the picture I’m guessing Tim won this round. Generally it was dumb luck if we managed to stay on those animals for more than 5 seconds.