Soapweed
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Hopefully this will lighten the mood. I should just do as Spike Van Cleve would do, and "let sleeping, by God, dogs lie," but here goes. This story was posted back in 2007, so some of you will probably remember it.
When I was a kid, we had a family pet type of dog named Lassie. She was a Spitz, and always had her tail curled over the top of her back. I was about four when we got the dog, and when Lassie got to be about eleven or twelve, she started failing rapidly. Her hair was coming out in patches, and she had cancer of the nose. One morning after breakfast, Dad and I decided that we should go put poor old Lassie out of her misery. We tried to make our get-away as unnoticed as possible, but my younger sister caught sight of the .22 rifle we had with us. She queried, "Where are you guys going?" Always believing honesty to be the best policy, Dad came clean and responded, "We thought we'd better put poor old Lassie out of her misery."
My sister had never known a time when Lassie wasn't a part of our family. She is really a tender-hearted nice sort of person, but tried to put up a tough front. Her reaction and comment was, "Do you care if I bring my BB gun and take a crack at her?" Despite the solemnity of the occasion, we kind of had to smile as we told her that probably wouldn't be necessary.
When I was a kid, we had a family pet type of dog named Lassie. She was a Spitz, and always had her tail curled over the top of her back. I was about four when we got the dog, and when Lassie got to be about eleven or twelve, she started failing rapidly. Her hair was coming out in patches, and she had cancer of the nose. One morning after breakfast, Dad and I decided that we should go put poor old Lassie out of her misery. We tried to make our get-away as unnoticed as possible, but my younger sister caught sight of the .22 rifle we had with us. She queried, "Where are you guys going?" Always believing honesty to be the best policy, Dad came clean and responded, "We thought we'd better put poor old Lassie out of her misery."
My sister had never known a time when Lassie wasn't a part of our family. She is really a tender-hearted nice sort of person, but tried to put up a tough front. Her reaction and comment was, "Do you care if I bring my BB gun and take a crack at her?" Despite the solemnity of the occasion, we kind of had to smile as we told her that probably wouldn't be necessary.