One Fine Pup

Guinness was a Toy Fox Terrier. He belonged to Matthew, The Artilleryman, until he married. Then he came to live with us. He became John's best buddy, curling up in his lap in the evenings, getting petted and snarfing snacks when he could. He was just about to turn one, sometime next month.

Last weekend, I noticed he had developed a habit of hanging out by the highway. There's lots to sniff and find up there, not to mention an almost infinite supply of cats at the farm across the street. I was afraid that this would be a bad thing. I even told Mary that it was just a matter of time before he was injured, or worse.

Well, worse happened. Sometime this afternoon, Guinness found his way up to the highway again. He did not return. We don't know any other details. We would ask, in your travels, if you should cause the death or injury of what is obviously somebody's pet, that you please let them know. We would not have been upset with you, but would have preferred that he be cared for immediately, not lying pathetically on the side of the road.

We will miss the little beast. Hug your puppies tonight!!