My Old Dog
We found her on the internet. She was in an animal shelter. Her previous owners had moved to a condo in Texas and could not bring her. We bought a kennel for $350, so that she wouldn’t escape.
The next morning, she sat on the front step, tail wagging. It hadn’t taken her long to figure out how to dig her way under the kennel. She had never tried this at the animal shelter.
Living on a farm, we had had many dogs. Most of them were purebreds and high strung. Our last dog, Bruno, was euthanized due to cancer at the time our last child, Erland left for college. Since all our children now lived away, we knew we would do a fair amount of traveling and decided not to have any more dogs. But then, the deer moved in. They ate all my roses and sharpened their antlers against the young trees. We no longer could have a vegetable garden and our pond became a deer drinking spot. So, it was a simple decision, really.
