We rarely called her by her full name, Jackie Mudpie. She mostly went by Jackie, and sometimes Jack-Jack or Sweet Doggie, or various sounds like Doggie-woogie-beegie-baggie-boo.
Most people have a special voice they use for their dogs, and so did I. It’s a high tone that’s a little squeaky, a little weird,
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It’s wonderful having Sarah home. Here’s a picture of her (taken without her permission or knowledge), asleep on our couch this morning with Jackie Mudpie. They are very close.
If it weren’t for Sarah, we would not have Jackie. We rescued this dog from a woman who had dozens, perhaps hundreds,
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The dogwood blossoms are gone. The azaleas are browning.
Sometimes I fear the rogue rhododendron could eventually crowd out the azaleas. I’m very meticulous about the way I ignore care for these beautiful plants. Haven’t pruned, fertilized, or anything else in 24 years. Since I don’t know how to do it properly, I’m
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