Now, I just dragged up some old photos and saw one of Archie, a superior breed of the U.K typing away at my computer terminal. Mind you, it was in DOS in those early years. That was one brilliant animal. Not staged at all, John and I just walked in on him and snapped the shot. Doggy Porn I suspect. He did look sheepish at having been caught.
Not only was this red-headed canine caught red-handed but if you will note he is also right pawed. Taking notes of the site address I suspect.
I think sometimes we forget how devoted dogs are to their companions. Both in my own case and in Johns; their losses, were final breaking points. Mine was a half-breed cross of Australian Shepard and Cocker Spaniel. Don't laugh; he was all of the former, only with the damn ears and begging eyes.
He was run over and I found him squashed..
John had the most sensitive dog I have ever known. An Irish Setter/Retriever. He died of natural causes and we made a nice memorial for him and planted a nice tree over him. He is near the brook he always loved and I think he is peaceful
Both of us had been dealing with rather eventual deaths in our respectful lives. Cleaning out the sons flat after a suicide, both of my parents that sort of stuff. Both of us handled that.
When the dogs died, so did we. I suppose that is how we found each other
And unlike some others, I have never had the courage to get another dog. It is now approaching the same with making new friends.
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