Sv: Nu har Billie somnat in.
Jag känner dig inte, Skogstrollet, men har liksom flera andra följt Billie och dig litegrann. Tårarna rinner när jag läser denna tråd, både av bedrövelse och av alla vänliga peppande ord du får med dig på vägen.
Och jag tycker att bilden när hon badar och har tungan ute är ngt av det fräckaste jag någonsin sett.
Jag skickar massor av styrkekramar, och hoppas lilla Billie racar runt i full fart med alla nya kompisar...
Några ord från mig, en hyllning till en speciell liten schäfertant, som faktiskt blivit publicerad i en bok... Jag tycker den säger ganska mycket vad det handlar om att dela sitt liv med en hund. Ta hand om dig Skogstrollet och jag väntar med spänning på Lo<kas fortsatta öden och äventyr!
"I happens fairly often
A thought pops right into my mind
And my expression starts to soften
When I wish for magic of some kind
The kind that will return
A very special friend I had
Her friendship you had to earn
And she could sometimes drive you mad
Stubborn but fantastic
Just like the planet a truly shining star
And she was absolutely madly in love with the family car
I remember the time, out for a walk one day
When she suddenly ignored me and went to sneak away
I caught her by the collar and looked her in the eye
There was something in her her mouth, which she tried to deny
I begged her to open the jaws so firmly closed
And with a little sigh, a forest mouse was suddenly exposed!
Another time we found her in obvious delights
Head in the dishwasher among some dirty knives
A long pink tongue clearly on a mission
This soon became an accepted household tradition
The time with Venus eventually had to end
And there is no magic that can give me back my friend
It sounds like the oldest cliché but I'll tell you this
For me she is still her - in my memory she till exists"