Trotsky never made it in Ohio. We had to put him to sleep the day before our final move after a long period of agony. We had a long walk the night before through his familiar neighborhood woods and elementary school. He was such a sweet, crazy and smart dog. We had to let Gorme go more than a month ago. She is our little fluffy butt. We are glad that they both had a wonderful time in our Atlanta house.
Trotsky would balk each single moving thing and not stop after it is long gone. We have to shout him off or literally go to the garden to knock his head off. Gormie could wait right outside chipmunk hole for hours. I hope that she could have that patience for her endless meals.
We surely miss them!
1 comment:
more spectacular I must say! Great job Steven!!
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