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My dog, Elmo,

Along came Elmo, as the granddaughters named him, into our lives and full of life.  We, Bridgit and I, wanted a dog with personality; we got attitude.  A strong little Jack Russel terrier with a physique like the “King of the Mountain”.

In his youth he could scale a four foot barrier like it did not exist.  Impersonating “Houdini” he escaped from wire dog cages without bending a bar.  He also lived up to his name as a hunter around the yard; topping it off our (his) yard was a no fly zone for crows.  They seemed to annoy him greatly.

Home alone with Elmo I would prepare my lunch, our lunch as it turned  out so often.  Served it in front of the T V to watch the noon news I would sit down preparing to eat at the coffee table.  A nose would poke through the crook of my arm and body, then a head with a big open mouth and eyes just as big; looking at my (our) lunch.

Another great treat for Elmo was speed; to ride in a baby bag up against my chest as we cruised along a back road on my motor scooter.  His nose was always pointed forward and people who noticed did a double take.  Along with the wheel barrow Elmo had many a great ride.

Elmo’s dog house is still in the back yard.