Never again will my puppy
Never again will my little puppy ... ride with us to Utah for a spring adventure. ... unknowingly take a giant drink of the salty Pacific. That's saltwater, dog. ... kick Josh Clapp in the balls every time he visits, or steal Tara's pizza. ... howl along with the noon whistle. ... faithfully perform your best trick for admiring students. Shut the door, Walter! ... get the zoomies in the back yard, butt-scooting by just out of reach. ... refuse to jump up onto the cabin bunk bed for bedtime while the Black Dog is too close by. ... take joy in even the smallest dirtiest patch of late spring snow, bathing yourself in grubby crystals of the stuff. ... recognize Colleen and Mary and Terry as real family, different from all the other good people in our life. ... pose for a picture with me on my first day of adult summer camp. ... kick up one paw for victory while you sleep, belly-up, in your favorite chair. ... provide Colleen good company on her training runs. ... roll in the foules