Memories of Snowball

Snowball hated the mailman. I guess he wore blue! He would just touch the door slot and she would fiercely bark.

There was an incident where a friend and his son came to pick up something and the two year-old tugged his ear. Snowball bit his finger - oops! not hard - but drew blood, of course. The police were called. Our friend took his son to the hospital. We paid for everything. No lawsuit, thankfully. The police gave a stern warning about next time. There never was a next time - with much caution by us.

Snowball loved to fly kites with us, chasing in the wind, catching string in her teeth. She was our princess.

When we first got her she was left at home for the weekend with a pile of food in a shed with a dog door and a bucket of water. A neighbor checked in on her. She howled all night and we heard about it.

The kids fell in love with her. David, about 12, would wrestle and hustle with her. She loved it. We took her on long walks to the beach where she would wander and sit on the hillside with us watching the water. Snowball was as beautiful as the first snowfall.

She was a rescue from the Humane Society. All alone in the back of the building she howled as she was a lab husky. She adapted quickly, and we loved her.

Her passing at thirteen from seizures was very difficult, but I picture her flying kites in heaven. xox