One morning years back, when Fritz and all of us were younger, there was a flurry of activity. The wife was looking for her hair clip. "Have you seen my hair clip?"
"Nope."
When I got home from work that day I opened the door and stepped in -- and there at my feet was the hair clip. I picked it up and put it on the table, not understanding what had happened.
When the wife got home I told her about it. I picked up the hair clip and put it back on the floor where I found it.
Fritz picked it up, walked across the kitchen, and dropped it at her feet.
One morning years back, when Fritz and all of us were younger, there was a flurry of activity. The wife was looking for her hair clip. "Have you seen my hair clip?"
ReplyDelete"Nope."
When I got home from work that day I opened the door and stepped in -- and there at my feet was the hair clip. I picked it up and put it on the table, not understanding what had happened.
When the wife got home I told her about it. I picked up the hair clip and put it back on the floor where I found it.
Fritz picked it up, walked across the kitchen, and dropped it at her feet.
Oh, no, I am so sorry. :( He was a good dog.
ReplyDeleteFourteen years is a good gig for a dog. But it's painful when it ends.
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He loved to get that big snout scratched.
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