Borrowed Tune
Gilly isn't the best page-turner, but she is learning.
My blog does not have any real purpose except to entertain my desire to share. Take what you want, leave the rest.
I remember the first day I met Griffin and Dixie. They were shedding so much and were jumping all over me. I had to go to work so Jennifer helped me get all the hair off my clothes. It's never really gone away. You get used to finding dog hairs in your clothes, food, bedding and anything else we share.
He has had a heck of a life. From being tied up in the woods, starving, fly bites, shot at (we discovered that after he had some xrays) and so afraid of people all the way to one of the happiest goofiest dog's I have ever met. I am so glad Jennifer rescued him from Shaggy Dog Rescue.
Griffin brought everyone so many smiles. Those signature eyebrows are legendary! I will even miss his 'wet-beard' (he had a knack for going right to your lap after slopping up copious amounts of water from his bowl).
He shared his life and homes with the late greats Dixie, Cleo and Caesar. Now Gilly is an only dog; something she hasn't known long. I worry how she will change.
Cancer is so painful no matter who is the recipient. I feel we brought him some great last days. I am so happy that our family and friends got to see him at Dotditwell Day. He even tried to take one of the dolls out of the bucket.
We shared our final day all on the couch watching bad morning tv. He spent many good days that way. Here is one of the final photos of Griffin.
Many tears to be shed looking at that goofy head.
Kramer: You got a beautiful wife?
Paul: Ya.
Kramer: You love her?
Paul: Sure.
Kramer: Does she love you?
Paul: Ya!
Kramer: You got more than three pairs of pants?
Paul: Ya!
(Kramer slaps Paul on the back)
Kramer: There ya go!
