This week’s column comes to you with the heaviest of hearts. Last week I received a letter
from my long lost brother Sluggo. Sluggo’s care free life was cut short last week after a tragic farming accident. Enjoying
the afternoon bounding
through the waves of hay, Sluggo got lost in the moment and the swather won. Sluggo loved to play with Sluggo. His humans had saw my picture in the paper. Sluggo was excited because we looked so similar. He had even enclosed
a picture of himself with our mom Rosie. I was going to print his letter this week. However, I am sad to report that I lost my brother Sluggo this week. So instead of his letter. I’m going to print his celebration of life.
Sluggo’s care free life was cut short last week after a tragic farming accident. Enjoying
the afternoon bounding
through the waves of hay, Sluggo got lost in the moment and the swather won. Sluggo loved to play with kittens. He was sometimes hard on them, but was quick to learn after his humans employed
some creative teaching techniques. He loved licking the kittens. He will be especially
missed by Booger. Booger lost his hearing and Sluggo was always being a pal and trying to help clean his ears in hopes the hearing would come back. Sluggo was known by his human dad as a bit of a honey badger. He was a free spirit and enjoyed coming and going as he pleased. Sluggo found fun in about everything he did from bounding through the hay fields to laying in the middle of the road at night, and even though he was a big dog, he loved trying to sleep on his human’s laps and he got a kick out of our mom’s attempts to chase balls in the yard. Sluggo was a good companion.
So much so that he was taken on many country rides in the pickup with his human family. Sleeping during
the day was his favorite past time so he could carouse the nights away. An excellent rabbit trapper, the irrigation pipe piles will now remain in place as no one will be able to rearrange them in the intricate
ways Sluggo was known for, while hunting rabbits. Sluggo is survived by his very sad humans. His mom, a golden lab named Rosie and his dad, a husky that our mom thinks was quite a Romeo. He is also survived by me, My Name Is Not NO Bogart. A private family burial was held at the family farm. In lieu of flowers and memorials the humans think it would be best to spend your money spaying and neutering.
(they made me write that part) Sluggo would have just wanted you to take your favorite pet for a ride up front in the cab of the pickup. He would have wanted me to tell you to turn the radio up, roll the windows down and let your dog stick his head out the window and enjoy the day with your best friend.