| Beautiful Dallas With the gorgeous eyes |
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| Dallas is a young dog here. These are right after he joined us in April 2000. The wagon photo is a year later. |
| Dallas with Carol, the lady who helped me get him to Arizona from Texas. |
| Fall 2001 |
| My favorite photo of Dallas |
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| He's Just My Dog by Gene Hill (this verse especially fits Dallas) ~~~~~~~~~~ He is my other eyes that can see above the clouds; my other ears that hear above the winds. He is the part of me that can reach out into the sea. He has told me a thousand times over that I am his reason for being; by the way he rests against my leg; by the way he thumps his tail at my smallest smile; by the way he shows his hurt when I leave without taking him. I think it makes him sick with worry when he is not along to care for me. When I am wrong, he is delighted to forgive. When I am angry, he clowns to make me smile. When I am happy, he is joy unbounded. When I am a fool, he ignores it. When I succeed, he brags. Without him, I am only another person. With him, I am all-powerful. He is loyalty itself. He has taught me the meaning of devotion. With him, I know a secret comfort and a private peace. He has brought me understanding where before, I was ignorant. His head on my knee can heal my human hurts. His presence by my side is protection against my fears of dark and unknown things. He has promised to wait for me ... whenever ... wherever, in-case I need him. And I expect I will -- as I always have. He is just my dog. |