Junebug is the first dog I ever loved. She and I palled around back in 2000 when I first started gardening. She was such a great garden companion, just following me wherever and keeping me company while I dug holes, pulled weeds and admired blooms. It just occurred to me over Memorial Day weekend while we were hanging out at my parents house that she has now reached the ripe old age of 84 (in dog years). This weekend she didn't have quite the spring in her step that she had in the past, but she still had her goofy way of plopping along happily as Georgia and I explored the yard. I don't know why, but I felt compelled to write about her here just to pay tribute to a dog that has a special place in my heart. I think I might just buy her some extra dog treats this summer. Love you Juney.
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