I was cleaning up and organizing files this evening. I never make any progress doing this because I always end up down memory lane. This time it was with Maggie, one of our two old GSPs who've passed on now. Maggie was her mom's girl around home but when we went out on the boat she was my fishing buddy.
She loved to row around in the dinghy with me.
And she would actually watch the fishing poles and bark when the tip started to bounce with a bite.
Can we eat him now?
With photographic evidence, I don't have to argue how smart she was.
But even more than fishing, Maggie loved to run. For the sheer joy of it.
She went for one last run the afternoon of September 7, 2011. And the next morning she came in from her morning business, laid down flat on her side and refused to move. She never laid down flat except in a sunny spot on the grass. She never whimpered, just looked at us with those brown eyes as if to say it was OK. Like the line from the movie Fried Green Tomatoes, "a lady always knows when it's time to leave".