Friday, August 25, 2006

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.

4 Comments:

At Friday, August 25, 2006 8:30:00 AM, Blogger In Otter Space said...

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?

 
At Friday, August 25, 2006 8:38:00 AM, Blogger Sewa Yoleme said...

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.

 
At Friday, August 25, 2006 1:23:00 PM, Blogger Indigo Bunting said...

I've been waiting for this one. Glad to be able to comment before the cable goes out again...

 
At Saturday, August 26, 2006 4:44:00 PM, Blogger In Otter Space said...

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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