Wee Shan-dog is gone...

Ma wee dog Shanan has died. The big C had claimed her wee bones and took her off to God.

I once read a story called 'If Jesus had a dog it would be a mongrel'. Well my wee mongrel was found on my doorstep 14 years hence, too wee to have been seperated from her ma and smaller than the cup of my hand. She remains the only Dog I know to have mastered backflip-ball-catching.

She was kind of a community dog during my first bit of homelessness, but settled back in with the family when I did. Laterly she was a trendy urbanite pup, living in the hip city centre Rose Street with my bro. Never the less, she remained to be ma dog.

Im happy that she had a good life.