A sad day

On a recent post, I mentioned the importance of dogs in A Remote Western Town. One of my personal favorite canines is a fellow named Pete. (Pictured front, with his mate, Bella.)

Pete is a serious dog. None of that "lick your face, chase my tail" stuff for this guy, it's all business... until it comes to his human companion, Kara. Pete is completely devoted to her, and her wish is his command.

I confess. I've got a thing for border collies anyway, but this guy is special. Small, quick, athletic and smarter than three normal dogs put together, Pete was a natural ranch hand. If you ask Kara, she'd probably tell you that Pete was better than most human hands! He doesn't argue (much!), shows no fear, and is agile enough to avoid even the maddest heifer. He's also handsome, doesn't require more than a hug- Pete style-, a handful of food and a kind word for a hard day's work.

So it is with heavy sadness that I share the news of Pete's untimely death today. He lived a rich, short life and touched many hearts. He is buried on a hill overlooking his ranch and watching over his beloved Kara. Rest in peace, Pete. You've earned your keep.