Cleo, my rescued Rottie, went to the "Rainbow Bridge" this morning to romp with her friends, Luna and Cookie. At three, she was turned in with a Schnauzer for chasing the cat. Well, the Schnauzer had to be the culprit as Cleo, never gave my cats a glance. With a few sessions of training, she became an AKC Good Citizen dog, great on leash and off. Ever gentle with puppies, small dogs, and tiny babies to active pre-schoolers, she was the quintessential companion. She gave a scary bark when someone came to the door which gave me a great sense of security. She sensed my moods and was there to comfort. She would have been thirteen this October. Trinket and I miss her greatly already.
I'm a sure enough Dallas native who spent a good part of my life in northern New Mexico, where I learned the arts of spinning, weaving, and dyeing. Combining those skills with my long time love, knitting, is what I do best these days.