Thursday, April 29, 2010
In the summer Brisco rode in the bow of the boat, his velvety black ears flapping in the wind, and in the winter he sat contentedly in the box my dad built for him on the back of his snowmobile. As he grew older, they towed a plastic sled behind the snowmobile so he could comfortably go out ice-fishing with us.
Biscuit was more than a pet; he was a constant companion to my mom and dad, and friend to all. He was laid to rest in the forest on the island near our family's other beloved pets that have made their last journey.
Run free and in peace, little "cow-colored" dog. We will always remember your life with us as a beautiful gift.
Friday, April 09, 2010
Tuesday, April 06, 2010
In this case my dad and I dared to go out fishing without poor Savvy, and my mom said he stood on the dock and howled for a good five minutes. At home he hardly has any separation anxiety, but apparently when we're at the lake it certainly applies.
Photo credit: Sherry Powell