I appreciate the nice words...every now and then those memories need a proper dusting.
One of my more unusual memories was a neighbor guy busting in my house brandishing a gun and telling me to keep my dog, Bonkers, away from his pure-bred bitch. He accused my dog of impregnating her.
He waved his gun around threatening to shoot my dog.
Bonkers was a stray before we moved into the neighborhood. I would feed him, and wasn’t long before he joined me on my beach runs in Hawaii. We became an item. I put a collar and tag on him, but could never deny him his freedom. Just couldn’t tie him up. It was his beach first.
Funny, for a beach dog stray, he never ventured into the water. His specialty was crab-digging. He kept his eye on me the whole time I was out there swimming, but I’m sure he would have let me drown if it came to that choice - lol.
Fortunately, the gun-waving neighbor moved away.
Bonkers is buried on the beach he loved.
I’ll be seeing him again.