… Written by our grand daughter many, many years ago.
When I was about 6 years old, one
of my Grandma’s dogs had puppies. I was so excited. They were just so small and
delicate, like a breakable vase and also helpless, all they would do was
squirm, sleep, eat and make little grunting noises. But one of these pups was
special, he would glide around the pen like there was no tomorrow, he would
sail like a sailing boat over a calm ocean. He was a sailor. No he was my
sailor.
When he
got to about three weeks old he was moving like a speedboat. He was getting
faster every day and nothing would stop him, ever. He was the biggest of the
litter and at three weeks of age we christened him SAILOR.
she is still 'cute' We love U Jayde
Ch Sonree Midnight Mariner "Sailor"
Born: 11.6.1998
