Frowning hard at being interrupted while working and the dirt being carried into my office space I took a closer look. "Oh my goodness, how perfect!" I said as my smile spread to match Martins. It was a toy dog, a Bowser -Wowser to be specific. Not only a dog but a liver colored springer spaniel which happens to be what our Razz and Buddy were.
I took charge, work forgotten, I started to clean him up as Martin told me how he had found him up against the door when he looked in the cubby under the stairs. As I cleaned away the dirt I found the marks of a beloved toy. Neatly printed, under each floppy ear, in blue ink is a name underlined many times by perhaps a parent fearful of loosing their child's favorite toy.
Sandy Paws is now our mascot and sits in a place of honor in our living room.
|Sandy Paws After His Bath|