I've had my girl Dixie for 13 years. I got her while I was at Erskine College. She's been with me ever since. She was run over by my mother in law, and she was hit out on my road in 1999. She's had a bad leg and one lung ever since.
She got under my feet in the garage.
She begged for treats constantly.
She always barked at cats and deer all night long when I needed to get up early the next day.
She would look right at the arc when I was welding no matter how many times I told her not to.
She would chase people on bikes. (Well, that may not have been a bad thing)
She was incredibly dominant.
She would lay in the shadows at night and scare me when I was coming home.
She had to leave me Saturday.
I'm going to miss that wonderful dog.
