Frosty Mug

Once upon a time two girls were on a little day trip to a farm.  Their names were Caroline and Rachel.  Caroline had family down in Southern MN and this particular weekend the farm had two puppies that had not been sold. The girls played and played with these puppies all day long. Gave them baths and even tied blue ribbons around their necks. The inevitable happened. The girls fell in love with the puppies...what could be better then being best friends...oh yea...being best friends with puppies that were brothers!!! AHH!! Matching PUppies!!!  

Rachel called home and was told no puppies were to be brought home. Rachel called back and asked little sister Amy to be put on the phone and told Amy the situation. White puppy, blue ribbon, from farm....go work your magic on Mom and Dad.

Later that night Rachel walked a cute little white puppy though the James Ave door step. He would soon be called Frosty. Caroline took her puppy to Portland Ave who would be blessed with the name Albert.

Rachel grew up and went to college in Chicago.  She loved Chicago so much that she stayed there for summers and even after graduation. Frosty was always invited to come live with her in her small Chicago apartments.  However, Frosty always denied the invitation because he would miss Oreo to much and Master Lisa and Master Mark fed him like a king and took him on daily power walks by the Mississippi.  He just was not ready to give up that lifestyle. 

Even though he did not like thunderstorms, was an accomplice to Oreo in the guinea pig murders and got into trouble with Master Lisa while the rest of the family were building snowmen on Christmas...we still loved him...maybe a little less when he got a haircut and looked like a drowned rat....no, ok, we still loved him then too. But all dogs must go to doggie heaven and it was his time on Saturday....

Poor little Rachel found out in Australia today (Tuesday)...I guess that kind of news takes its time..even though she is pretty sure she had skyped with members of the household between the time of death and today.  (Secrets secrets are no fun...unless you're trying not to upset Amy during finals...Amy don't be sad. At least you did not have to try to say goodbye cause we both know you would have put him in your pickup trunk and tried to save him in your APT in South Dakota.) 

Rachel dates a wonderful boy named Brad who will one day leave his job to become a poetry writer. He left these words on her facebook wall and there were no real tears for Frosty until she read his Ode to Frosty Mug

there was an old dog named frosty mug

he sat like a bunny and loved to hug

and although he liked amy the best

he still had love for all the rest

sadly it was time for frosty to move on

rachel ann and co. cant believe he's gone

but I hope he can count to 2 million and seven

cause thats how many bones he'll get in doggy heaven

-BW