I picked up Woody's ashes today and brought him home. I'm thrown, once again, by being handed a paper bag. It's a nice paper bag, but my dog is in a bag. The urn is very nice and comes in a velvet pouch.
I left a picture of Woody doing agility for the vet so he could see what a vibrant dog Woody once was. No one in Texas got to see Woody in his prime. He was at his best in Florida where he ran like the wind in the venues there. Woody was never the same after our first show in Hutto. That slippery floor and noisy teeter really affected him. We still long for the rodeo arenas of Florida. The temperature was great and the atmosphere very relaxed. We really had a good time at shows there.
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