Meanwhile, back at the ranch...(house, that is)
He was wild for a long time, our Big Lug was. Sometimes we didn't think he was very smart because he never seemed to know his name. But finally we realized he just wasn't interested in answering. Because he is very smart. The summer we moved out of one home, we boarded him with a family about ten miles or so from our old house. My whole family had flown the coop (literally!)--the girls to Mexico, the boys to Germany, so I was staying in a hotel for about a week (yes, I could have stayed with friends, but there was a pool!...) Anyway, one day, the new owner of our house called and said, "There's a big white dog sitting on our porch baying. I think he must be yours."Sure enough, Jackson had hoofed it cross-country back to where he knew he belonged. He was VERY glad to see me when I got there. And I was VERY sad that I had to take him back to that farm for another few days.
Today is NOT his last day. But that day is coming. And when that day comes...well, I grieve for my pets. Always have, always will. I will grieve for him. Our whole family will. Because we love him. He's part of our pack. But the one who will miss him the most?