Ocupation: Author
Life: May 15, 1928 - May 31, 1997
Birthday: May 15
Death: May 31
I can't think of anything that brings me closer to tears than when my old dog - completely exhausted after a hard day in the field - limps away from her nice spot in front of the fire and comes over to where I'm sitting and puts her head in my lap, a paw over my knee, and closes her eyes, and goes back to sleep. I don't know what I've done to deserve that kind of friend.
topic: Dog, Nice, Sleep, Kinds Of Friends, Lap Dogs, Old Dog, Canine, Hard Days