Muffin is buried under a pine tree in the back yard; it was a good week before I could stop crying -- had nightmares, too or just could not sleep except for a wink and a nod .... and then I'd startle myself wide awake with the image of soft spaniel brown eyes in front of me. Sixteen years old, she was -- never wanted another dog.
Three years later I flinched and in bounced SugarPlum: Hyperactive, chew- everything-in-sight(including $400 glasses), attacking-you-when-you're-asleep, you-don't-go-to-the-bathroom-outside-so-why-should-I ...... SugarPlum! And I don't think we could live witout her! She yawns "I love you," howls Happy Birthday with the family, washes herself like a cat, is ferocious with children (especially the more dangerous pre-schoolers) and is terrified of plastic bags and soda bottles.
Muffin was totally black; you couldn't tell her from a shiney piece of coal. SugarPlum is tri colored, mostly white with big black patches and honey brown eyebrows. And yes, sometimes, "Muffin!" does slip out. But more often now it's "Damn it, Sugar!" So, life does go on, and it is good. Smile: Sugar owns the house and the family...and she loves all unconditionally -- including her sweet self!
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