149 of 210 : Tasha
When she disengaged herself from that tangled heap of puppies and immediately walked over to me, there was nothing more to be said: she had chosen me. Tashuunka Wakan Heyokah Yellowdog lived almost precisely ten years. She was my constant companion, my bed mate in winter, and once, my savior.
posted by Sewa Yoleme @ 12:29 AM
4 comments
4 Comments:
So...how did she save you?
I love the "puppy chooses her human tails" (groaning now) I mean tales.
It is proof of a higher order, don't you think?
Where's her picture?
She prevented me from committing suicide a few years ago.
Dogs are themselves pieces of God. The order doesn't get any higher than that!
You're right about the picture. I'll put it up on the main page now.
I've been waiting for this one. Glad to be able to comment before the cable goes out again...
Oh my. Your response took my breath away.
Tasha's face is so wise and kind. Hooray for her! What a BEAUTY!
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