April 2013: I don't even know his name. I just call him "Big Dog", but he is completely deaf so it doesn't make any difference what I call him. He's a rescue dog, very old, and my neighbor said he's not only deaf, but also blind. I beg to differ. He can definitely see, because he waits at that fence and watches for me every day. When he sees me in the yard, the tail wags......
And he starts licking his chops. Because I bake him cookies and give him daily treats. He's been terribly abused (by a previous owner), and he's so thin and crippled he can hardly walk. He is a love, and he deserves to be loved.
Every time I head out to the garden, Big Dog is at the fence waiting for me to bring him his cookies!
When I began baking cookies for Big Dog, I should have known his whole family would soon show up for dinner!
They had the vet come to the house to put him into his final sleep.
R.I.P. Big Dog, I'll miss you!