Luverne, MN. 95 miles. Grass. Sunny, warm.
A quick jump into MN before a handful of Iowa dates.
Usual VERY comprehensive MN electrical inspection.
Six years ago on a reservation in South Dakota a stray dog jumped into the cab of Trey Key’s truck. He was thin and covered with ticks. X-rays later suggested that he’d been shot with birdshot more than once during a lifetime of misadventures. A vet said he was between six and twelve years old, best guess. Last night on our final evening in South Dakota in 2009 “George” died after a long illness. I suppose I could speculate on whether he held on until he could see “home” one more time, but that would sound pretty silly. He was a trouper till the end. He was a good dog who didn’t bother elephants or get into the towner’s garbage. He was loved and he’ll be missed.
Shadows are fallin’ and I’m running out of breath
Keep me in your heart for awhile
If I leave you it doesn’t mean I love you any less
Keep me in your heart for awhile
When you get up in the morning and you see that crazy sun
Keep me in your heart for awhile
There’s a train leavin’ nightly for when all is said and done
Keep me in your heart for awhile.
Warren Zevon
A quick jump into MN before a handful of Iowa dates.
Usual VERY comprehensive MN electrical inspection.
Six years ago on a reservation in South Dakota a stray dog jumped into the cab of Trey Key’s truck. He was thin and covered with ticks. X-rays later suggested that he’d been shot with birdshot more than once during a lifetime of misadventures. A vet said he was between six and twelve years old, best guess. Last night on our final evening in South Dakota in 2009 “George” died after a long illness. I suppose I could speculate on whether he held on until he could see “home” one more time, but that would sound pretty silly. He was a trouper till the end. He was a good dog who didn’t bother elephants or get into the towner’s garbage. He was loved and he’ll be missed.
Shadows are fallin’ and I’m running out of breath
Keep me in your heart for awhile
If I leave you it doesn’t mean I love you any less
Keep me in your heart for awhile
When you get up in the morning and you see that crazy sun
Keep me in your heart for awhile
There’s a train leavin’ nightly for when all is said and done
Keep me in your heart for awhile.
Warren Zevon
Sorry to hear about George. He was a unique dog. He had this layed back approach to life. I would always wonder what George was thinking when he was in Georgia. He probably missed being on the back lot. I saw him in Armstrong Iowa on July 4, 2005 and many times at Thanksgiving and Christmas when Trey was back in South Carolina and Georgia for the holidays. I will miss him this year. I guess Trey just has only the cats now.
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