Robert U. Montgomery

Man's best friend

Pippa and Zeus: Tales of Two Lost Dogs

Just about six years ago, I lost my best friend, Pippa.

I had adopted her a few months before. She was an adult dog who had spent her first two years of life in a shelter, and adjusting to life in the outside world was both exhilarating and frightening for her.

For example, with a stream-lined body, she was born to run, and now she could. And she did, often streaking in joyful manic circles around the yard after we came back from long walks. She daily rolled on her back in the grass, moaning ecstatically. And when it was just the two of us, she was the happiest dog in the world.

But strangers frightened her. So did sudden noises. And on that fateful day six years ago, a week before Fourth of July, someone set off firecrackers early on a Saturday morning.


Pippa loves rolling in the grass

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