I'm thankful for the sweet dog named Ollie, who was a good friend to me and to the people I love most. I'm so glad he chose me so many years ago...
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That old boy had the spirit of a puppy up 'til his last day. Ever loyal to you, Nana, and those who showed him love. Good dog, indeed. He'll be missed.
ReplyDeleteBet he's giving ole Darby-girl fits! But she'll whip him in to shape in no time...you can bet on that. He was a good old soul.
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