Lucy

John Schouweiler

My dog Lucy knew no bounds to her ability to destroy things.  As a puppy, left alone while we went out to eat, she consumed most of a couch.  Several years later, she chased a cow right into a metal post – a collision that led to the animal’s death (and my Dad buying said cow).  As an old dog, Lucy’s appetite returned to furniture.  This time, as pictured, a patio lounge met its demise.  (Note her smile.)  Her final act as a dog was to destroy a party.  She walked into our living room during a cocktail my parents were hosting, had a stroke and spectacularly dropped dead.  Buzz kill!




John Schouweiler is a writer living in California.


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