Colette loves the hound dogs. She calls Libby, Bibby — and Gracie, Gasy. (Every time she says the name, I think of John Wayne Gasy — the serial killer and rapist who sexually assaulted and murdered at least 33 teenage boys. ::gulp::)
I can’t remember a time my home didn’t have a dog. My Mom, the peskiest neighbor, always had a dog in the house and a cat in the barn. Here my brother and I are years later… and we are both the proud owners of two inside dogs. Mine are just bigger. That’s all.
My Bibby is getting up there in years, but she’s still a puppy at heart. Gasy? She’s such a good dog — but doesn’t hold a candle to the old girl above.