Originally Posted by
kokopup
Wom
I guess all was going our way, old dawg and me, until that fateful night. If only I had been a better custodian of Rover, the old dawg. I remember it, like it was just yesterday. Rover, the old dawg, was gnawing on a soup bone I had saved from the night before. All of a sudden it was on poor Rover, the old dawg, like stink on limburger. We found out a rabid Raccoon had been identified and since Rover, the old dawg was just one big raccoon bite I was forced to put Rover, the old Dawg, down. It was a sad day for the campfire group and nothing was the same after that. I gave up those glorious ......