(2007)
Like all American Eskimo dogs, she had both brains and drop-dead good looks.
Like all American Eskimo dogs, she had both brains and drop-dead good looks.
She wasn't fat, she was fluffy. No, really.
We don't usually dress up our pets for holidays, but she seemed like the perfect Christmas dog.
She hated sitting in laps. This was not an easy shot to get.
She was a cat person.
Seriously: She didn't like other dogs, but she was friends with every dog-friendly cat in the neighborhood. This little calico would come running when she saw us out for a walk.
She declined pretty quickly over the last six months. We had to shave her because her arthritis made adequate brushing too uncomfortable, and she started to get stuck in corners and under chairs.
Even so, she was about seventeen--she was an adopted as a young-ish adult so we don't know how old she actually was, except that she was well out of puppyhood when we got her--and that's a long, happy, life for a dog.
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We plan to honor her memory eventually by adopting another homeless animal. Probably a cat, though. Our lives aren't dog-compatible right now, and Diamond liked cats better, anyway.
Suzanne