My Friend Dubbs
By: Kelly McDonald “Once you have had a wonderful dog, a life without one is a life diminished.” Dean Koontz Yesterday, our son’s dog, Dubbs, died. In the morning, I took the dog, an aging Jack Russell terrier, on our regular walk, which has become part of my regimen since they live so close to my home. The morning was chilly as I stopped to pick up Dubbs. But I leashed him, and we started out with only a brief delay. Dubbs was ready to go, spinning around and licking my hand. We followed our regular route to the park south of our son’s house, keeping to the sidewalk, giving Dubbs plenty of time to investigate each nasal encounter, some bit of trash dropped by someone earlier, or the evidence of other dogs passing by previously, occasionally relieving himself along the way. Heading back to the house, Dubbs trotted ahead of me, looking back to see if I was still behind him. We arrived on the front porch, but before I could open the door, he let out a yelp and dropped to the c...
