Wednesday, August 17, 2011
Dog Days of August
But Tessa was about 17 and was starting to lose the ability to stand and to walk even before we went on vacation. Indeed, we faced a few points over the past six months when we thought about doing what we had to do yesterday.
Flynn was clearly my favorite of the two, with Tessa being more neurotic, especially early on. Flynn was simply too cool, with our move from Vermont to Texas producing many sad-faces in New England. He had charmed not only all the large female dogs in the townhouse development but also their owners. Tessa was still a sweetheart, and she will be missed, even though she used to wake up the baby long ago by barking at any time a leaf flew by the front of the house.
I post this not to get more sympathy--facebook provided aplenty--but to explain why blogging has been infrequent lately. Losing Tessa will greatly simplify our lives and save us a fair amount of money, certainly, but she will be missed. Perhaps Game of Thrones will show more of the black Direwolves next season to remind us of Tessa as Friday Night Lights briefly teased with a Flynn-esque Skeeter.
And, no, we will be getting any more dogs. We loved the dogs we had, we love the ones we encounter, but we hope to travel more in the next few years. We were glad we could save a couple of shelter dogs, including one that had clearly been abused, giving them really, really long lives. If you like dogs, get a shelter dog. Pure-breds are for Slytherin. If you want a dog with character and heart, get a Gryffindor or a Ravenclaw or a Hufflepuff at a shelter near you.