I picked up Riggs' grinder today, it was on loan to our venison processor. I laughed when I told them about it being the same size he is... and showed them the pictures from when you sent it to him. I still have the shipping receipt with his name instead of mine. When I brought it home, Demo said that I had to send it back - but since it was addressed to Riggs I wasn't the owner, was I?? So it stayed because Riggs wasn't able to take care of those phone calls himself.
You gave us so much in so many different ways. And though you kept so much back I hope that somewhere deep down you knew that we would have liked you and cared about you regardless.
The old man is doing well, grouchy as ever. He must have his blanket every night, or he won't stay in his bed. But when I cover him up he growls at me. I try to explain to him that that's not purring, but he still does it. Oh, and I mean Riggs, not Demo (he's good too, heading back to work this week after his surgery. Hopefully he'll be back on the road soon!)
Connor's knee is good as new, he hasn't limped in many months. Thanks to you and many other people we were able to give him the rehab he needed to be back to a healthy life. I can't say "happy" because that dog is happy watching a slide show on the wall... as evidenced by his unwavering attention to the slides we looked at over Thanksgiving.
And Ruby, well, she is a bitch, just like always. My perfect princess... except when she steals the chex mix and then beats it to her crate to avoid getting punished. Well, that's just proof of her Queen Bitch status I suppose.
Inside me is a thin woman trying to get out. I usually shut the bitch up with a martini.