10 yrs ago today I found a dog on the corner of 2nd and Pleasant Valley (east side). He was about 3 months old, had mange, worms, fleas, ticks, a huge sore on his back right hip and was bone thin. My roommate and I picked him up and took him to a vet. The vet ran tests and gave us meds, telling me I needed to keep the dog away from other dogs for 3 weeks until it was healthy. I left him with my neighbors for 4 days during Spring Break and when I got home, they told me they named him Duke. "Fine, I'm not keeping him" was my reply. Easter weekend I ended up taking the dog to my parents and he lived there for a year. He's been with me ever since. He's been there for everything, girls, moves, marriage, roommates, ups, downs, and all the in-between. He's lived in Dallas, Austin, NYC and spent a good deal of time in Houston. He's flown from DFW to JFK and then he's been part of a cross country drive from NYC back to Dallas. He's been in the snow of Central Park and the sands of Crystal Beach (1 month before Ike). We have a bond that I can't describe, but everyone can see. I don't have to talk to him, just look and he seems to know what I'm thinking. It's amazing to look back and think of all the stuff we've done together. My wife wishes he could talk b/c of all the things he would have to say. It's amazing and I remember picking him up like it was yesterday.
Just wanted to share...
Easter 1999
Just wanted to share...
Easter 1999