Pockets was fifteen years old in September 2005 and
had been having heart trouble. On October 28th, when I went out to feed the dogs,I
found her in her last sleep in the yard. She had a good life.
Here's Dudley (Mudley, Thudley) He's a great Pyrenees
and weighed about 80 lbs in this picture, but now, at about six years old,
weighs about 160. He can lay his head flat on the kitchen counter top, though I
discourage this. Standing on his hind legs, he could put his front feet at
the top of the fridge, but DON'T TELL HIM!!
In KC, Dudley and Pockets and Harry's dog Blondie - three blond hairballs - wrestled
all day with Pockets chasing the big dogs as if she were a mongoose and they were snakes.
They both backed up from her fierce 9 1/2 lbs. Here's a shot I took at the groomer's just to
prove that sometimes Dudley was clean. In Idaho, his yard is all grass and he stays
clean for several days, sometimes.
My granddaughter, Lorisa, drives longhaul for Swift so her escape-artist love-addicted spoiled rotten Akita lives with me and hangs out with Dudley. Here are Dudley and Kita on their pillows And PLEASE don't tell Kita - Captain Pepper Jack, who is visiting with us now, while
Lorisa's truck is under repair, will soon be in the truck with Lorisa, again! Dudley in the yard in the snow I leave you here with Pockets thinking about how
she came to leave her home in Boise, Idaho, where she was her owner's owner, and for
her first ten years had never slept on the floor, to Kansas City, MO, where she
learned how to be a real dog among dogs, living, and dying, outside.
