Manning was a character. My brothers’ ex-girlfriend found Manning in a town by that name (either NC or SC) back around 1996. Manning came to live in Houston with my brother in the summer of 1997. She was a chow mix, a reddish color, and maybe 35 lbs. When I lived with my brother after my ex-dh and I split up, she was a good companion. My Chihuahua, Tater Tot, and Manning would play constantly. She was tolerant, that’s for sure.
Manning had a rough life. She was plagued by allergies (much like my Oreo) and chewed herself raw on many occasions. In the last few years, she had a big tumor removed from under her muzzle. It was cancerous. She couldn’t get around all that well, but still loved seeing my nieces.
Manning crossed over to the RB Saturday morning, September 6th. My nieces are pretty upset. My brother is too.
Play happy and free at the bridge sweet girl. Tater Tot is there to show you around, he’s been waiting for you for 4 ½ years.
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