I said the last goodbye to my sweet Ginger this past Friday. At 15, she had a happy ten years with me, and had been the boys’ dog for seven. She never really got the hang of being with most other dogs, but she did have a few fun buddies. And she was a patient, gentle girl with babies and kids.
She’ll be remembered for her prancing trot and springing run, her soft bouncy ears, her deep grunts of pleasure when her chin was scratched, and her joyful adoring smile.



