Freckles met Brown Dog when she was only a few months old. Her owner was a friend of ours. The two dogs met, Freckles only weighing a few pounds; Brown Dog all tangled up in long legs. They romped around a local park, chasing and playing and running like there was no tomorrow. We weren't neighbors at the time so we didn't see Brown Dog for many a-year. Fast forward to the middle of the decade....Brown Dog moved in next door. What a wonderful surprise! Although Freckles was now a crabby patty and quite inappropriate to Brown Dog, I know she secretly loved and remembered her from those puppy-hood days.
Brown Dog loved to sit in our back yard and watch the world go by. A hunting dog by nature, she'd watch the local bunnies romp by....stand up slowly....point....point....point....point until someone finally "released" her. She'd spring into action, unsuspecting bunny in her sites. The picture above illustrates Brown Dog's love of our yard--here she is this spring, peeking through the forsythia, waiting for something to run by. During the summers, owners and dogs would plop themselves under our green ash tree and enjoy the cool summer evenings or the too-hot-of-days to do anything but sit in the shade.
Brown Dog moved away last summer (quite to our dismay) but her human grandma stayed next door, so we got to see Brown Dog now and then. Freckles seemed pretty happy to see her and wasn't quite as obnoxious when Brown Dog was in the hood.
Brown Dog was 12 years old, as is Freckles. Both Brown Dog's owner and I have lamented numerous times about the aging of our beloved dogs, as both of us love our dogs more than most might think possible. Brown Dog and Cheeseball Neighbor went through many an adventure and trial together, making them an inseparable, perfect pair. I am truly sorry to learn of Brown Dog's passing and wish only the best to Brown Dog's family.
Godspeed, Brown Dog. Much love to your humans and Bitty Bichon.
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