Fond Memories

Booger at Lake Powell

Tonight was fun. Anne Marie and I polished off the better part of a bottle of vodka while sitting out on the patio at sunset. We talked about a variety of topics. During the course of the conversation I told her the story of how I got Booger, my old dog who passed away recently. I have to admit getting a little teary while telling the story…

Booger wasn’t actually my firsft choice. I was at the pound, and had picked out the dog I wanted. When I went to the counter to claim him, the woman in front of me in line had asked for the dog I wanted. With disapointment I went back to the kennels to look some more. I came across two puppies. When I nealed down and put my fingers through the fencing only one of them came to me. It was Booger. He was only three months old. He came home with me that day and was a good friend for 15 years.

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