"Stuff is eaten by dogs, broken by family and friends, sanded down by the wind, frozen by the mountains, lost by the prairie, burnt off by the sun, washed away by the rain. So you are left with dogs, family, friends, sun, rain, wind, prairie and mountains. What more do you want?"
Federico Calboli
Tuesday, December 21, 2010
Old Plummer
Our thirteen- year- old English lurcher from David Hancock, once one of the best single- hand hare hounds in the southwest, father and grandfather of other great dogs, mostly content to dream on the couch.
I always smile when I see an old hunting dog dreaming, his legs twitching, the chase still on in the mist of his mind. We should all be so lucky to dream like that, and yet still be able to rise for one more run should the chance present itself. One more hare before I go, one more rabbit before I die.
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I always smile when I see an old hunting dog dreaming, his legs twitching, the chase still on in the mist of his mind. We should all be so lucky to dream like that, and yet still be able to rise for one more run should the chance present itself. One more hare before I go, one more rabbit before I die.
I believe there's some Plummer in Ashley, who now lives (and hunts) with us.
So good to see old Plummer looking content and deservedly comfortable.
He is a great character, and worthy of his chance to dream of the long dog version of "the young women in Woolworths!"
(Quote :Porterhouse Blue)
Seasons greetings to all in Magdelena, from an awfully cold
(for us) UK!
JohnnyUK
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