Brian’s dog was Sally. He grew up with her. We all loved her. She had a long happy life – 120 or more in dog years. Last Friday we had to let her go. But I don’t want this to be a sad blog. Brian asked for pictures of her and I am putting together “The Complete Sally Photo Album” for him for Christmas – or before since it will not be a surprise. And this childhood memories photoshoot is the perfect time to share some of those good times…even if there is some sadness in doing so.
Bagman put this shoot together for us, noting that passion isn't always without tears.
Sally was a gift to Brian from Santa Clause – at least we believed that Brian still believed in Santa then. I spent Christmas Eve half-sleeping and half-playing with her on the floor in the basement of the house we had then to keep her from yipping and ruining the surprise.
It didn’t take him long to lose his reticence around her.
When Santa fell asleep, he fook my old film camera and started taking picture of her himself
And when birthdays came, we didn't have to think very hard for a theme for a birthday cake.
Sally could be wild
Sally loved the house in the country in the hills of North Carolina
But above everything, she loved Brian
Day or night
She loved to take walks with Karen and I
But above all, she loved Brian
And Conner got to meet her when he came along.
While her heart belonged to Brian, there was one time she always shared with me...the late night walk before bedtime. Every night we'd walk around the backyard, wherever we lived, and, for some reason, that was kind of my prayer time, looking at the stars. Although her nose was usually to the ground, sniffing a million nocturnal things, I always thought she kind of understood as well.
Now, I go to the backyard at night and look up at the stars. I'm sure that one of them is Sally smiling down at me, probably wondering why I'm missing out on the fun of sniffing out moles.