We had a little accident yesterday and I feel the urge to blog about that.
First of all, I just want this week to go away. Do you ever have weeks like that?
Anyway, we had the wood man come deliver a truck load of wood for the fireplace. As he was leaving he accidently ran over our precious little Moby. Our dog of 15 years. I always wondered what I would do if that ever happened. and by the way, it was totally MY fault. I should have known he was out there. Oh, I just feel so bad. The sweet man felt so bad that I thought he was going to cry. He put him in a box for me and I rushed him to the vet. He was gone before the poor man even put him in there. I couldn't bare to look at him and just handed the box to the vet.
W found me curled up on the couch when he got home. I couldn't cook dinner. All I wanted to do was just lay there in my sorrow.
Moby came to Callen by way of a bone stuck in the bottom of her stocking when she was 7 years old. He's been through let's see 6 moves since then and endured a new dog to entertain him. Cooper. Cooper is 5 and harrassed the heck out of him for most of the time we've had Cooper. Moby would just let him do it.
What a trooper he was. He sorta reminds me of my mom. He would never complain and just went with the flow.
I was looking through my pictures and most of my pics of Moby were on my computer that lost it's hard drive this past year. I did find this one......
Before you say anything, let me explain,,,,,,Chef Martha Foose was here and we made up these chicken wings in a big cooler. I was finishin em off! And Moby wanted some. He loved some chicken. Don't I look like a classy chick (no pun intended) on the floor, my sweet dog by my side, waiting patiently for a little nibble, while I'm diggin in a cooler of chicken wings. Gotta love it.
We're going to miss you sweet Moby.