It is 3 am. The wind is blowing and blowing. Our road will no doubt be blocked by the freshly fallen snow by morning. The snowblower has a flat tire, my husband will probably miss work, and our aged blind/deaf dog is somewhere 'out there' overnight.
Willie was whining and whining to go out around 4 in the afternoon so we let him outside. As it was a nice calm sunny afternoon instead of watching where he went, we just let him stay out until dusk. When we went out looking for him there was no sign. Perhaps he is safe. Perhaps he found a little spot to curl up in and sleep. The weather is quite mild inspite of it being windy and he might be okay if he just curled up and went to sleep until daylight and sunshine warms the air again.
He has been a good friend to our family for fourteen years. Never a snappy moment, except when the big dog got after him and roughed him up and hurt his ribs. A great ball of white fur that jiggles and dances as he walks.
Willie's bark is (I will use is until I know otherwise) not a real bark. The sound he makes is a cross between a howl and a call almost like a yodel.
Whenever we go for walks down the road , he proudly struts on ahead of us. Apparantly one day he even managed to jump onto the school bus while the kids were getting on. The bus passengers always looked for the little white dog at Hoffman's every morning.
He is a pretty dog when he gets cleaned up. It is often quite an ordeal to get him shaved and washed. Tonight his fur is long which might well be a blessing for him wherever he is.
I hope he is sleeping somewhere warm and safe from harm of any kind.
His life has truly been a gift to us and no matter where he is tonight part of him will always be in my heart.
Willie was whining and whining to go out around 4 in the afternoon so we let him outside. As it was a nice calm sunny afternoon instead of watching where he went, we just let him stay out until dusk. When we went out looking for him there was no sign. Perhaps he is safe. Perhaps he found a little spot to curl up in and sleep. The weather is quite mild inspite of it being windy and he might be okay if he just curled up and went to sleep until daylight and sunshine warms the air again.
He has been a good friend to our family for fourteen years. Never a snappy moment, except when the big dog got after him and roughed him up and hurt his ribs. A great ball of white fur that jiggles and dances as he walks.
Willie's bark is (I will use is until I know otherwise) not a real bark. The sound he makes is a cross between a howl and a call almost like a yodel.
Whenever we go for walks down the road , he proudly struts on ahead of us. Apparantly one day he even managed to jump onto the school bus while the kids were getting on. The bus passengers always looked for the little white dog at Hoffman's every morning.
He is a pretty dog when he gets cleaned up. It is often quite an ordeal to get him shaved and washed. Tonight his fur is long which might well be a blessing for him wherever he is.
I hope he is sleeping somewhere warm and safe from harm of any kind.
His life has truly been a gift to us and no matter where he is tonight part of him will always be in my heart.
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