Newton Isaac was a Marmaduke/ Lassie mix, a tabasco-and-honey mutt, who did what retrievers do best. He rescued hiking boots, garbage bags, and liquor bottles from porches, sheds and bins. He plucked phones from tailgates of SNET trucks and emancipated FedEx boxes, Tupperware and Avon Skin-So-Soft.
Newton was one intent tracker, a canine Tom Brown, always on a magical high-spirited adventure. Our vet chuckled at Newton’s tenacity during frequent visits to remove quills or buckshot or the errant stick.
Throw a passel of acorns down the hilly road ~ Newton chased them with fierce purpose, distracted but never daunted by the bounce and tumble of yet one more just beyond his reach. His tail wagged from morning until night with the pure joy of being alive.
I don’t recall when I decided to get a dog. All I remember is that it was the best decision I ever made.
True love doesn’t have a happy ending.
True love doesn’t have an ending.