RIP Timber

Yesterday our neighbors told us the dog’s friend, Timber died of bloat.

He ran around the neighborhood unsupervised, scared the little children, and pee-ed on people’s gardens.

But we loved him. He was a gentle spirit and when it snowed, we were bound to find him on our front yard.

The dog loved to play with him. I once saved him from being hauled away in the dog catcher’s truck…I just couldn’t let it happen.

I won’t miss that he rolls in cow manure and ends up on my back porch but I’ll miss his playfulness and gentleness. It’s no way for a dog to die. The kids are upset about it.

Good-bye Timber, we’ll surely miss you, you big lug.