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May 04, 2006

...and then there were three

Muffy -- call the roll.

>>hzzz.

name kc...

name kc...

name kc...

>>hzzz. bigfoot strike scrup'l name kc from roster.

The Littlest Scruple is now trotting the towpath on a longer trip than the ones we used to take when we walked together, even though it's been a couple of years since she was up to it.

It was a bad week followed by a bad night and a worse morning. This afternoon, she told me it was time. Past time...

The walks were all about the journey, not the destination, back when. Keeping the other two pups from getting overly enthusiastic with the wild things we met in the forest margins. Demonstrating the proper method of greeting small kids with nervous parents. Proving that a small dog with short legs can travel just as far as a big dog with long legs.

This time, the walk is about the destination, Little Bit. Stick to the towpath, follow your nose and listen for the dog-voices from a hundred dog-years ago.

Back then, the destination was always home, regardless of the roundabout ways we took to get there. This time, the walk is one-way...

KC: Sometime in Spring, 1991 -- 3 May, 2006

Now is the time at Castle Argghhh! when we dance sing a soul to the Soft Green Field adjoining Fiddler's Green, where the small sparks of life go when they become embers.

Dreamless sleep, KC. Rest...