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Me Little Girls

Aye, they grow up too quick, they do.

Ahoy me little girls, 16 years ago... one is a daughter- Amelia, the other is a dog, Kismet.  Dogs age faster than people.  Today Amelia believes she has finally found her path... the theater... but the little puppy knew her part the moment she came to live with us.  All the critters in the area, possum raccoon... even skunk had to deal with the brown fuzz-ball mapping out territory with inquisitive sniffer and stout little legs.  She protected the children, and followed them wherever they went... even those not in our immediate charge.  That is how Kismet was captured and got mandatory chip and spay in her second year: following children to school.

Kismet's keen black nose plotted out space for her own humans, and she guarded those bounds for the rest of her long dog life.  She was a quiet and gentle companion, yet would charge and devour any interloping critter capable of malice or mischief.  Kismet had her own vocabulary and very expressive ears to instruct her family on sound and smell and folded herself well into vehicle on so many trips to the Great Lake.  She grew too old to travel well.  Seemed to like pensive time home alone.  "She has bug-eyes," said Amelia when they were both little girls. Now there is only one girl in my twilight state to treasure until I meet little wag-tail puppy Kismet at the great gate to eternity.

Now Sid and I are left to bark at the stupid-heads. Kismet got a puppy when she was older to teach all those old dog things.  She snarled at him first, then licked him for a while and finally ignored him.  Sid is a Border Collie type mutt... your generic black-and-white with slant dog-eyes, not round bug-eyes.  The round brown eyes and expressive ears did not bode well on Talk-Like-a-Pirate Day.  She had said this before, but she was a tough old dog.  Her eyes were closed and she sighed with an ear scratch.  In the time it took to pour a cup of coffee and turn around, she was gone.  Peaceful-like... darting off toward the gate.  If the sun is warm on your face and the wind is at your back...

You are in the Elysian Fields and you're already dead!  The things we do in this life echo in eternity.  Glad he ate her,  and so old man time will swallow us all.  Gallon or a dram.  Blessing or a dam dog died and eyed a rat to play duh blew swayed shoes tracking in lapping water beach and wind up little bubba-toy puppy tagging along.  Those were fine days.  Glad we had them.  Compost modern is coming, and so is Winter.  Winter and Summer are my little girls.  The boys spring and fall over the turning blue marble and rising and setting son is off on his own coarse two.  It's been a good run and it ain't over yet  and you bet you can have another.  The boys are my pride and joist bite on apple off me.

Aye will always love me little girls. 

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