Aggie appeared in February

Can't put her in the dog pen, she is too bouncy, too lively

husband said, She is Not Our Dog

March brought ice storms, shivers and Aggie moved into the garage at night

husband said, She is Not Our Dog

April I finally thought, lovely little girl or not, she must not have a home, louts have dropped her

husband said, She is Not Our Dog

I got her collar

She returned, collar gone, another in its place.... this one had her 'license plate'

Call to the vet listed reveals she belongs to the neighbor up on the hill

husband said, She is Not Our Dog

Called the neighbor, they never came, her g'ma called her him and said his name was coop.

hmmmmm, I might run away too if my g'ma called me a boy, and my people named me coop

husband said, She is Not Our Dog

Filled with a total joy of life, love of people, and curiosity
Playing in the pasture, waiting down at the end of the lane, nightly sleeping in the garage Aggie the little giggle girl was with us through the spring and into fall

husband said, She is Not Our Dog

Aggie became part of the horse herd... ate from their grain pans, flitted around the pasture where no dog is allowed, drank from their trough

husband said, She is Not Our Dog

and suddenly she is gone

Husband drove for miles looking for a little white body, none found

I miss her so

husband said, She is Not Our Dog, but I miss her too

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Can only hope that she was picked up by someone who thought she had no home, someone who will treat her well

and not that she was run over, or worse