I have not updated for a few reasons, first and fore most my family decided that it was time to eauth. our fourteen year old Pesky dog and we said goodbye to her yesterday the 19th. She was an awesome dog, but it was her time to go and she was ready.
As I picked her out of the wiggling mass of black and brown bodies, she came right up to me and knocked me in the mud, while my five year old self was wearing her favorite shorts! She earned her name right then and there. Pesky.
While we lived in Idaho, she became an escape artist, not that I remember much except we always joked about her being a farm dog, it seemed that we could always find her down the road with the sheep herd. On that small urban lot we had a lot of fruit trees and in the fall it was my brother's and mine job to pick up the fallen fruit and place it in five gallon buckets. Pesky was soon doing the same.
Once we moved out to the country Pesky was very happy, she ended up with an Opps litter of fourteen puppies, of which we kept the one lug known as Patches. When we got horses, there was no keeping her home if we were out on the trial, and the last ride she went on was up Twin Canyons for a moonlight ride.
I know that one day she, Frosty and I will one day roam through the sage again and spend an endless day by the banks of the river. We will swim, sleep and never hurt again, I look forward to that day even more knowing that she is full and once again young in body as well as her mind.
Rest Easy Sweet Girl
