As Readers Who Are Family may have noticed, I have talked (blogged) very little about Suzy, our Walker Hound who will turn 17½ years old in just a couple of days. I’m not superstitious, but I thought the less I tempted fate, the better.
Mr. Big Food and I were just chatting about how Rocky and Missy have affected Suzy’s life. It’s all good.
One of my motivations for getting a dog– now known as Missy– was ultimately Suzy.
Mr. Big Food and I had a dog plan. When Suzy passed over, I would get a German Shepherd mutt, and he would get a hound dog. But then, Rocky came to live with us.
|Rocky’s first day on the Farm|
Suzy’s a great old girl, and thanks to Rocky, she learned how to bark again.
But two things were obvious: 1) Suzy wasn’t passing over any time soon, and 2) Rocky needed a playmate.
In the past year, a lot of dogs have traipsed through this house. Not to anthropomorphize, but I think Suzy’s life was enriched by each & every one.