I know it's just a dog. . .
Just a dog who loved her family and her farm, but also loved to ride to town, and until the last, she even liked going to the vet!
Just a dog who took her job seriously. Protecting her peeps and keeping the calves in the corral, and the bulls on the run. She kept the three spoiled lap dogs in line, with just a tap of her nose.
Just a dog who didn't like the gas man, or FedEx, or UPS, or any stranger really. But when Grandpa Jim came over she was sure to jump up and kiss his face.
Just a dog who was tenderhearted. Whined when her people hugged or horsed around. Would tolerate a cat, as long as it didn't run.
Just a dog who loved to playfully bite my foot as we went walking down the road. Would run ahead, then toss her head and come running back to bite again.
Just a dog with a favorite spot behind the kitchen table during hot weather, and on the living room carpet in the winter. Oh yeah, and a favorite spot in our hearts, forever.
Rest in peace, Tuffy