Dear Husker

Dear Husker,

Even though I only knew you for five months, things aren't the same without you.  I now have to wait alone at the side gate for the big guy to come home from work.

You know, you could be rather annoying at times.  Like when you'd beat me to the coop at night and hog the blue cushion. Sometimes I'd get there first and block the door.  And you would stand outside and bark incessantly, until I conceded and let you inside.  And the way you paced back and forth between our bowls at meal time, eating out of both bowls.  Sheesh!

Of course, everyone knew about your foot fetish.  Many a person limped across the yard with your front paws wrapped around their ankle.

I tried to mentor you, but you were very stubborn. Occasionally, the big guy would let us ride in the back of the cadet when our stubby legs were tired.  But you couldn't stay still and you'd jump out, refusing to listen to my wise counsel.

Remember the time you took 10 years off our Master's life when you did an aerial and back flip out of the pick-up, traveling at 50 miles per hour?  I gave you a 7.5 on that one...I had to deduct for the landing.

I 

always pretended to suffer in silent tolerance when you constantly licked my face.  But secretly, I cherished every moment.

You'll be missed little buddy.

Love,

Gracie