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September 01, 2008



I lost my giant german shepherd to colon cancer this summer. I hope Dally has a painless and uneventful illness. My girl was such a central part of our family and household for a dozen years that we can't believe she's gone. She was a dog, but she used to talk back to my husband like a teenager. She'd howl and stamp her paws if she thought he was being unfair or unreasonable. She used to tease him- running away just out of reach with her tail straight up like a handle. If he couldn't catch her, she slow down, turn around and laugh at him.But she would have died to protect any of us from a threat.


So glad to hear of Dally's renewed Booda-hood, and her relative comfort. Even when she's not eating the food prepared by her personal chef, I know she's picking up on the love with which it's been made and offered.

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