RIP to the original FryDog. I always wanted some square-boned, rugged hunting dog but got a Terrier due to the allergies of my kids. The dog and I always got along ok, but I wasn’t around much. Then one day the recession forced me to my knees and consulting work out of my basement. The kids I bought the dog for went off to college, and all of a sudden, I was around every day … just me and her – let her out, feed her, play ball, etc. She imprinted to me…
An acquired taste, yet quite a bond was formed. Put her down today after 15 years and a diagnosis of bone cancer. What a companion she turned out to be … proved me wrong.
Never forget you Girl —