The only square inch of territory Emmy Lou didn’t snuffle was next to the red-topped fire hydrant. She snifaris to the spots less traveled.
As to Benji, when we visit during the winter, and his paws get cold, I’ll pick him up. Sort of a Footprints in the Sand deal, except he’s Jewish.
Rebecca’s son, Jonathon, and family live with Emmy Lou in St. Louis. A daughter, Emily, plus clan are in Marblehead, Massachusetts, along with cats Wilbur and Orville. They adopted Benji after husband Aviv’s mother died last year.
The household of Rebecca’s oldest, Libby, in Washington, DC, lost Flash, an ancient Beagle, last year, who, unBeagle-like, allowed me to lead.
Another venerable hound, Sam, helped raise my two brothers and me. We discovered him in a turkey box under the Christmas tree in 1955.
One Saturday morning in 1971, our dad took Sam away.
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