Monday, October 24, 2011

Monday memories

When I think about memories, I think of two very specific people.  My Grandfather and my first GSD, Allie.  Yes, I consider her a person.

Paul would describe Allie as not a dog at all;  rather, she was a transcendental being sent to earth by aliens to observe life.She had a general disdain for dirt, mud, rain, and cold cement.  She did love the water, the beach, and surprisingly, the snow.  She really loved our sofa and our bed. 

We loved her more than words could ever convey.  Her allergies scarred her body but never her spirit.  She loved Paul and tolerated me.  Oh sweet ironies, you don't pick dogs; they pick you.  We were grateful to have the time with her that we did.

From All Allie All the Time

From All Allie All the Time

From All Allie All the Time

From All Allie All the Time

From All Allie All the Time

From All Allie All the Time

Where ever she is now, she is definitely chasing seagulls, chewing on bones, and eating puppy treats. Our sweet girkie.
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