Well, here I sit in the woods a half mile off my property. This all all state land and property goes forever. Miles and miles. My neighbor Al called. Said his dog Buddy died. Heart attack or similar. Not even 9 years old. So he wanted me to get his wagon and bring it out so he could take Buddy home. He’s a good mile or mile and a half put. They walk their dogs back there every day. Take em off the leash and let them run around. Guess it was too much for Buddy this time. He was a very nice gentle dog. Some kind of mutt. 80-90 pounds. I had to tell Karen (Al’s wife) as she came thru my yard ( she was way ahead of Al with their other dog). That sucked. So Al is getting Buddy and I’m waiting for him to get back. I’ll offer to take Buddy to his vet in my truck. I don’t think he wants Karen to see Buddy dead. I understand.


