mein Bruderhund

Once upon a time there was a little boy who wanted a dog. One day his Dad took him to a friends' farm. There were puppies! Brand new. Curled up like little furry beans. He was so excited.
Many days later they visited the puppies again. The boy chose the quietest puppy, because it was going to be a pet, not a farm dog.
He named it Frisky.
Frisky was black all over. Every single little bit of her. Her ears pointed up and her tail curved hansomely. She was beautiful!
She also lived up to her name. She was only quiet because she had a tick. When she got better she was as frisky as could be.

The family built an extra tall fence so she couldn't jump over to visit her friends Basher and Tiger down the block.
Tiger, Basher and Frisky loved exploring the neighbourhood. 3 black dogs sniffing everything they could. Scaring school children and weeing on the carefully pruned hedge of the house on the corner.
Sometimes Frisky got in trouble and had be tied up to a long chain to stop her escaping.
Especially after she became allergic to fleas and lost some of her beautiful black black fur. The man on the corner thought she had mange and called the ranger.
Frisky went jogging with the boys' father every morning, and ran in circles around the clothesline with the boy after school.
And Frisky got old. Her muzzle turned grey, and she didn't jump up on people as much.
One day she was hit sideways by a car. The vet said she would be okay. But nerve damage made her tongue hang out. Pink and wet. Long and lolloping.
One day the boy's big sister made Frisky-dog a coronet of clover and took a photo. She looked beautiful. The bright white and green of the flowers, the pink of her tongue and the shining black of her fur in the sun. Big sister only visited the family now.
Frisky grew old with the boy. He said hello to her when he came home from high school, and his little brother gave her squeezy hugs. The family moved to a new town. It was colder and made Friskys' hips hurt. The family got naturopathics for her. One day her body started disagreeing with her. Her head hung to one side and she fell off the back steps too much. It was very hard for her to move around. The vet gave her some tablets, but she found it too hard to eat, and soon too hard to drink.
She's gone now.
I'm sad.