Goodbye my Lucy. You were so full of life, adventure, and tail wags. I remember how you would pounce as a young pup, how many squirrels you chased, your endless swims, and your howling at sirens until you were too old to hear them. The camping trips, hikes, and coming home to happy yelps in the backyard. When your tail banged against the refrigerator because dinner was coming. Fighting over sticks with your dog friends. Always being the dog to be respected. A master escape artist. How everyone thought you were a puppy till your very last days. You were there for us through so many of life's transitions, and pranced gracefully through them all. I'll miss you.
The Washington side is underrated.
A trip to the in-laws means boats, horses, and tractors. Good times.