Just got done with Spotty's funeral. Last night, 3 of them broke through the front door because I forgot to lock it before retiring. I found him on the side of the road next to the drive rode that stretches back to the house. Also saw the trail the car that hit him took that bounced him over and over. There were about 7 bloody areas of the pounding his body took. Spotty was deaf, so when he went out into the road fearlessly, he took the hit saving the other two who tagged along. I took each dog out to view his body and told them going out on the road day or night is a bad idea. Last night when they ran loose, I called them back to the house, but all 3 of them ignored me. It never occurred to me they'd actually go out onto the road, because they had never done that before. I'm not sure they fully understood how dangerous it is to break free and run to the road. It's 1/10th of a mile to the road, and usually they go to the back of the property that joins another back yard of a farm, and how I wish they had gone that way last night. I wondered why Spotty didn't show up for our late breakfast because at last, the back yard fence was secure after my brother fixed the gate they broke a couple of weeks back. I shed so many tears, my eyes are dry. I hope my dogs are smarter than I think, but they will be staying indoors a lot more until I get over my sinusitis infection and the cough that goes with it. Spotty's mom, brothers and sisters are napping on the carpet in the music room/study. Some say doggies go to heaven. My sweet little guy Spotty is in a better place, where it doesn't matter if you're deaf, and where love is all around. Love y'all.
