In this series of 26 dog posts, this will probably be the most difficult to share. Many of you have fallen in love with Babe in B is for Babe and D is for Dyeing Hair.
On Sunday afternoons, as long as it wasn't raining too hard, we would take Babe and Mercedez up the mountain for their afternoon run. They would get so excited when we opened the back of the Jeep and told them to jump inside. They knew exactly where we were going.
We would drive for about one and a half miles up the mountain road and then open the back door and let them run free. It would be extremely rare to see any other people up there. If we ever saw anyone, they would be in a vehicle - always. The road is an old logging road and pretty rough with pot holes and large rocks.
My husband and I have always called each other Babe. It
would never occur to either one of us to name a dog Babe. So how is it
Babe was our loving pet for about ten years?
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We had been out of touch with my husband's father for close to eight years. We missed him but distance and circumstances prevented much contact. In the spring of 1995, my hubby decided it had been too long and he needed to see his father. He made the call. Dad was thrilled and plans were made for hubby and son to go for a visit.
Only two weeks passed and we got the call from my sis-in-law. "Dad slipped on the ice and hit his head. He didn't make it. He's gone."
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