RIP Lucy

Here's what I wrote about her seven years ago:

Lucy is the ugliest wretch of a dog that God ever breathed life into. She's grown bigger since we got her, but rather than growing into herself she just gets more ungainly. Her paws would be big on a dog twice her size. Ears likewise. When she runs she looks more like a goat than a dog. She looks like a toddler in size twelve sneakers wearing floppy Mickey Mouse ears. Her brindle tiger-stripes get more asymmetrical by the day. Easily the most beautiful dog I've ever had.

She's the girl who ate a Bible and chewed the knobs and pull-cord off my generator. She ate beer cans and shit aluminum ingots.



She was next door barking at the neighbour dogs last night. She wasn't home by the time I turned in, but I didn't give that much thought. We have free-range hounds here.

The Farm Manager found her under the apple tree this morning. Aside from a little blood on her fangs there was no sign of trauma, she just looked like she went to sleep. Our theory is she wandered into a coyote ambush, ran for her life, and dropped dead from a heart attack when she got home. She was seven years old.

Happy trails, sweet Lucy... and don't mention that Bible incident up there in your new home.