I've buried my dog bowser today and decided to get a little liquored on Fat Tire ale. God bless Bowser the mighty Beagle dog. He was old and tired. This morning the buzzards were circling him, it was time. Somewhere I have a picture of him eating pancakes. He would jump for pancakes. He'd eat just about anything. For the past week he hadn't eaten anything. It was time to go. I'll miss my buddy.
12.12.2003
I've buried my dog bowser today and decided to get a little liquored on Fat Tire ale. God bless Bowser the mighty Beagle dog. He was old and tired. This morning the buzzards were circling him, it was time. Somewhere I have a picture of him eating pancakes. He would jump for pancakes. He'd eat just about anything. For the past week he hadn't eaten anything. It was time to go. I'll miss my buddy.
