Johan: Portraits In B&W
Johan: a Vignette
Fun in the Snow
We Might as Well Be
Virtual Dog Show
Look How We've Grown
Coats & Colors
More Puppy Photos
Pup Nursing Bottle
Friends of Morganhaus
Other Stuff We Like to Do
In memory of
Ebony, our "little black dog"
Ebony had been abandoned on the road
before she came to live
Ebony with Jenny
with us about 12 years ago. She was actually wild, but she fell
in love with our Schnauzer. It took us quite a while to gain
but when she did come in the house, she ran straight upstairs
jumped in our bed. She slept in our bedroom every night since
Our son, Ollie, was never, ever able to come in late at night
unannounced. She would positively make the welkin ring.
Then he would bend down and kiss her and she would go back
to sleep, having, once again, done her duty. When she was younger,
we would tell her "lickety-split" and she would run
in a big circle
so fast you could hear the wind whipping between her legs.
Here she is with grandaughter, Lyndsey, and Beau,
a calf we had
to bottle feed. This was about as close to a "cow"
as Ebony ever got.
But she greeted and threatened the very lives of every single
drove up our driveway. When I couldn't sleep at night, I took
her, a glass of milk and a book to another bedroom. She would
hop up in the bed and pretty soon we would both be snoozing.
Our "little black dog" passed away this morning, Oct.
25, of cancer.
If there are no dogs
in heaven, then when I die
I want to go where they went.
. . . Anonymous
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