Thinking of Mocha

My calendar pop-up reminds me today that Mocha died on this date in 2018. I so miss that sweetheart of a brown dog. She was always eager to please, looked directly at you to see what you wanted. Never harmed anyone or anything in her life. (Ok, I still have tooth marks on the handle of my Swiss army knife, and she did snatch a (not inexpensive 52 Bowman) baseball card off the floor where I’d dropped it (and had to buy a replacement). But she was just a puppy then and didn’t know the rules yet. Went on to puppy training classes and then AKC Canine Good Citizen, and greeted everyone and every other dog with calm and happiness. Mocha, come home!

Posing at the campground, 2015
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