The photo is Happy Girl greeting us on a Friday night! As you can see from all the pawprints in the snow, she was full of energy and joy. I just found the second photo which is her brother "Big King".
Happy was an adorable and much loved mix-shephard dog. She was mostly black with many shephard markings.
When I was a little girl I didn't really have anyone to play with. Happy belonged to the neighbors, The Langs, who lived in an ancient house with a bowed roof and crooked chimney. They lived at the top of the mountain on the dirt road where my dad had his weekend cabin in New Hampshire.
We would drive up on a Friday night and the moment Happy heard the car in the driveway she would fly through the woods and right into my arms. Her owners were wonderful people who took excellent care of her, but she wanted a kid to play with.
My brother Jerry made some chairs and a table out of scrap wood and placed them under the boughs of a large pine tree. Happy and I spent hours under there having tea and (pancakes from breakfast or toast....not the best food for dogs...but Happy loved them).
She would follow me all over the back woods and through every path I could find. Her gorgeous fur flying and her ears forward in anticipation. She loved to cuddle and lean into you. What a good soul she was.
At dinner time her owners would yell for her and she would fly home, stopping at the top of hill for second to give me a look, and then go home to protect her chickens for the night.
When she got older (and I was older - not going to the cabin as much) she began to slow down and her owners, being old time farmers, took her for "one last walk". When they told me what they had to do they both cried. They always had a dog for protection, but had fallen in love with Happy.
Now the Langs are long gone, the old house torn down, the horse shed fallen to pieces. Happy's and all the Lang's dog's graves are lost.
I hear there is a new house on the property.
I hope they have a dog like Happy.
A MILLION HUGS for Sherri for sponsoring little Happy Girl!!!!!
Happy was an adorable and much loved mix-shephard dog. She was mostly black with many shephard markings.
When I was a little girl I didn't really have anyone to play with. Happy belonged to the neighbors, The Langs, who lived in an ancient house with a bowed roof and crooked chimney. They lived at the top of the mountain on the dirt road where my dad had his weekend cabin in New Hampshire.
We would drive up on a Friday night and the moment Happy heard the car in the driveway she would fly through the woods and right into my arms. Her owners were wonderful people who took excellent care of her, but she wanted a kid to play with.
My brother Jerry made some chairs and a table out of scrap wood and placed them under the boughs of a large pine tree. Happy and I spent hours under there having tea and (pancakes from breakfast or toast....not the best food for dogs...but Happy loved them).
She would follow me all over the back woods and through every path I could find. Her gorgeous fur flying and her ears forward in anticipation. She loved to cuddle and lean into you. What a good soul she was.
At dinner time her owners would yell for her and she would fly home, stopping at the top of hill for second to give me a look, and then go home to protect her chickens for the night.
When she got older (and I was older - not going to the cabin as much) she began to slow down and her owners, being old time farmers, took her for "one last walk". When they told me what they had to do they both cried. They always had a dog for protection, but had fallen in love with Happy.
Now the Langs are long gone, the old house torn down, the horse shed fallen to pieces. Happy's and all the Lang's dog's graves are lost.
I hear there is a new house on the property.
I hope they have a dog like Happy.
A MILLION HUGS for Sherri for sponsoring little Happy Girl!!!!!
The photo is Happy Girl greeting us on a Friday night! As you can see from all the pawprints in the snow, she was full of energy and joy. I just found the second photo which is her brother "Big King".
Happy was an adorable and much loved mix-shephard dog. She was mostly black with many shephard markings.
When I was a little girl I didn't really have anyone to play with. Happy belonged to the neighbors, The Langs, who lived in an ancient house with a bowed roof and crooked chimney. They lived at the top of the mountain on the dirt road where my dad had his weekend cabin in New Hampshire.
We would drive up on a Friday night and the moment Happy heard the car in the driveway she would fly through the woods and right into my arms. Her owners were wonderful people who took excellent care of her, but she wanted a kid to play with.
My brother Jerry made some chairs and a table out of scrap wood and placed them under the boughs of a large pine tree. Happy and I spent hours under there having tea and (pancakes from breakfast or toast....not the best food for dogs...but Happy loved them).
She would follow me all over the back woods and through every path I could find. Her gorgeous fur flying and her ears forward in anticipation. She loved to cuddle and lean into you. What a good soul she was.
At dinner time her owners would yell for her and she would fly home, stopping at the top of hill for second to give me a look, and then go home to protect her chickens for the night.
When she got older (and I was older - not going to the cabin as much) she began to slow down and her owners, being old time farmers, took her for "one last walk". When they told me what they had to do they both cried. They always had a dog for protection, but had fallen in love with Happy.
Now the Langs are long gone, the old house torn down, the horse shed fallen to pieces. Happy's and all the Lang's dog's graves are lost.
I hear there is a new house on the property.
I hope they have a dog like Happy.
A MILLION HUGS for Sherri for sponsoring little Happy Girl!!!!!
Happy was an adorable and much loved mix-shephard dog. She was mostly black with many shephard markings.
When I was a little girl I didn't really have anyone to play with. Happy belonged to the neighbors, The Langs, who lived in an ancient house with a bowed roof and crooked chimney. They lived at the top of the mountain on the dirt road where my dad had his weekend cabin in New Hampshire.
We would drive up on a Friday night and the moment Happy heard the car in the driveway she would fly through the woods and right into my arms. Her owners were wonderful people who took excellent care of her, but she wanted a kid to play with.
My brother Jerry made some chairs and a table out of scrap wood and placed them under the boughs of a large pine tree. Happy and I spent hours under there having tea and (pancakes from breakfast or toast....not the best food for dogs...but Happy loved them).
She would follow me all over the back woods and through every path I could find. Her gorgeous fur flying and her ears forward in anticipation. She loved to cuddle and lean into you. What a good soul she was.
At dinner time her owners would yell for her and she would fly home, stopping at the top of hill for second to give me a look, and then go home to protect her chickens for the night.
When she got older (and I was older - not going to the cabin as much) she began to slow down and her owners, being old time farmers, took her for "one last walk". When they told me what they had to do they both cried. They always had a dog for protection, but had fallen in love with Happy.
Now the Langs are long gone, the old house torn down, the horse shed fallen to pieces. Happy's and all the Lang's dog's graves are lost.
I hear there is a new house on the property.
I hope they have a dog like Happy.
A MILLION HUGS for Sherri for sponsoring little Happy Girl!!!!!
