I don't really have an ode to Mary's best friend Dozer- who has succumbed to the ravages of old dog age- but he was a pretty cool old boy- a puppy at heart with the hugest 'woof' I've ever heard- and then a lick to prove him wrong. I remember looking after him- well, my mum had to in the end (thanks to a shoddy US repair job on my CANADIAN jeep)...the guys at the garage in La Jolla thought I wouldn't be able to tell that they'd used an imperial part instead of a metric one...well, I didn't, but the miles after did!
So mum gave Doze a week's food supply each day- and went through the dino-sized bag in a fortnight instead of a month...and there was much evidence to that effect! Not groundhogs digging, just Dozer-sized droppings! He will be sorely missed- but had the best Parent-style life possible.
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