I had to say goodbye to my buddy Louise a few weeks ago. Above is how I’d see her first thing in the morning – and below is her telling me that she’d helped me enough with research for one day.
Unlike the Pulse victims, she got to go peacefully at a ripe old age (a few months past her tenth birthday.)
Louise (in the lead) and Lily (following), out in the front yard, seven winters ago.
Who watches the WatchPug?
Well, me – both then (2007) and now, even though its been a little over a year since Lily (2005-2013) died.
Don’t ask why, but I was just doing a Google search on “terminal flatulence,” a phrase that popped up occasionally in National Lampoon in the 1970s (and for those who don’t remember the context, well…all I can say is: find old issues of the Lampoon.)
Under Google Images, this was one of the hits:
I’m afraid to break the news to my buddy Louise.
The elder pug of the house – Lily, snoring earlier this week.
There’s a croc; there’s a pug…
all, approximately two weeks ago.
Okay, whaddaya want? Its late!