Today didn't go as planned. Those Grand Champion dogs went and chased a car on the road and only one came back. Licorice didn't make it. They shouldn't have been out there, I know, but it doesn't make me any less sad. The people who hit her never stopped. Maybe they didn't know it. It's just as well. I wouldn't want anyone to have to deal with the guilt of it. She belonged to dd2. She had just won five grand champions at the fair on Wednesday. Dd2 is heartsick. She's raised this dog and trained her for four years. That's one third of her life. Losing a dog is hard. Losing a dog when you're 12 years old is harder. She's asking why. No one but God knows. Licorice was a kind dog, loyal and a good friend. I'll miss her very much.
Well, time to go. Thanks for reading.
From Glory Farm
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