LUCY LOU


How could one dog who was abandoned, found shaking in the middle of a road beside another dog that had been run over, and rescued, still have so much capacity for love? I didn't just adopt Lucy Lou; she adopted me and changed my life.




Her beautiful dark brown eyes didn't miss a thing; from the moment she opened her eyes in the morning until she slept beside me in bed at night.



Lucy Lou loved tummy rubs...



being outside with me as I worked in my gardens...


begging for food; if you ate it, she thought she needed some too...



and playing in the snow even when it was higher than her.
In short, Lucy Lou loved life!


Lucy Lou was also great at posing for pictures.
I have so many photos of her taken through the years.




I even used photos of her in some of my weekly cooking, 
newspaper column.



But when she had had enough posing and primping, Lucy Lou
would plop down with a sigh and let me know that enough
was enough. She was dog tired.



Lucy Lou got along with all the other pets that came
along in our household. She was friends with Sarah
Annabelle, our calico cat...



At first, I wasn't too sure about the two German Shepherd 
pups as they were awfully noisy, and later was glad they
stayed outside when they became gigantic compared to
to her small body, but she loved to race around and play with 
them, at least on her terms.



Lucy Lou found a kindred spirit in Lady, our gentle, adopted
long-haired golden Shepherd. Even though Lady was
several times bigger than her, Lucy Lou knew she was
always safe with Lady, who became like a mother to her.



The last dog in Lucy Lou's long life was Tex, who she
promptly let know who was boss, as he quickly
grew bigger than her and was so full of energy.


As Lucy Lou grew older, she slowed down, taking more 
naps during the day. She developed arthritis in her
later years, and as much as I hated it, I finally had to
admit that after almost eighteen years, Lucy Lou deserved
to be put to rest. I held her in my arms as she took 
her last breath. Today, Lucy Lou is buried in my cutting
flower garden in front of the woods, where she loved
to run and play while I gardened. Above her is a towering
flowerpot surrounded by daffodils in the spring and 
blooming flowers all summer long. There the butterflies 
flutter and the bees buzz around in the sunshine.































 

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