Thread: Why I have a dog…

As my dog, Izzie has now aged to where she has spent her last day on a hill with me -the question of Why have a dog? Really tugs at my heart strings.

I look at her as I grab the gear to go bush and she knows where I'm going and still gets excitited, but her old hips can't lift her from her bed like they use to but the brightness in her eys still says she is willing. I realise that like the poem "Just a dog". Thats all she is, a dog. But she has been the best friend, listener, hunting mate that I've ever had.



Just a dog