Wrags

After I learned of Sniffy's death—just a few months after the death of my father—I was inconsolable until I was told that Sniffy had a daughter, who lived on the same farm that Sniffy had come from; and that I could have her. They also told me she hadn't yet been named, and so I very deliberately named her 'Wrags' (with that spelling) because it combined the raggedy appearance of her coat with her enthusiastic tail wagging whenever she saw me. (I was eight years old, and my adult self is still impressed.)

To be continued…