Wednesday, March 07, 2007
In 1996 my department got a call about a stray dog hanging around the Allsup's Convenience store on the edge of town. I spent a week trying to snag that little dog, but she was always gone by the time I pulled up.
Getting a bit frustrated, I walked around the area, and found where she was denning, but I also found paw prints where she was jumping onto a discarded sofa, and hopping over onto the Allsup's dumpster. Inside the dumpster, I found a whole bunch of neatly eviscerated burritos.
So, I parked my cruiser in the alley with the passenger side door open, and a fresh chimichanga laying in the seat. The evening was warm, I had a good tape in the player, and next thing I know, I'm waking up from a light doze and Moira was in the passenger seat, in the exact pose you see above, only she had the chimichanga in her paws and was eating the goodie out of one end.
I shut the door, drove home and she trotted in the front door right behind me, just like she'd lived there her entire life.
Today, I brought her body home from the vet and buried her in the back-yard. I would say that she's laid to rest under her favorite tree, but truth be told, Miss Moira was quite happy to be an indoor dog. She never spent any more time outside than was strictly necessary to conduct business, then scooted back inside right smartly.
I miss her already.