Met the parents for lunch in Carrollton yesterday - halfway between the Queen City and the Derby City (quick review of the Two Rivers restaurant at General Butler State Recreation Area: blech). As we were crossing the bridge to Cincy on the way home, however, we got a phone call.
A friend of ours - guy I taught with at Mt Healthy a few years back - wanted to come over and bring some dog beds, dog food, dog toys for us. Turns out that he had to put down his 11-year-old German shepherd that morning and wanted to get all of her things out of the house but not throw them away. We stopped by on our way home, sat and had a drink with him. For two hours we just sat and talked - mostly not about our dogs, all of whom had stayed at each others houses and played together since they were pups - and occasionally wiped away a few tears. After the hours, we loaded up everything he had from Abby and headed homeward to hug our dogs.
We'll be taking some of the stuff - the dog food, some of the toys - to the local animal shelter where it'll be well used and loved.
In honor of Abbey, and with lots of assistance and suggestions...
In addition to dog songs, there are always dog movies, too - if you're so inclined.
2 comments:
What sealed the deal on my boy... he was chewing on one of Willie's Kongs when I saw him at the shelter.
Seriously? The Kong was donated, and he was playing with it when you saw him?
That's kind of awesome.
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