My Shoulders ached for Strong Sure Wings
And my Feet were sore with the Need to Fly.
Poor Earth-Bound ones— you could not know!
I raced the skies on Sturdy Limbs and tossed my proud dark head away from Captive Bones.
Thanks to the ‘Splorin Wolfies.
The little humans decided to write about Mr Darcy too:
Mr Darcy was a smart and a big puppy. Mum made blogs about him. He’s my most favourite dog in the world. He also used to be a small puppy.”
” I loved Mr Darcy. He loved me. He loved running around and hopping in the bath without any water in the bath. I Loved lying down with him. He was fun to play with. I loved him the most because he was big!”
On the 17th September, 2008, the four of us traveled for hours in the car to pick up the Dane puppy we had been waiting for so eagerly. He was waiting for us in the puppy pen looking so exquisite! While his sister jumped all over us, Mr Darcy looked at us quite perplexed. I picked him up and put him in my lap and he snuggled in ~ and that was the start of an epic love story between a puppy and his family.
Mr Darcy was a dog who took loving seriously. He made it his job to make us all feel loved and happy every day.
Mr Darcy was always doing silly things for a laugh. Like spying on the neighbours:
and digging giagntic holes:
… attempting to work out the mystery of ducted heating:
Thank you Mr Darcy for being the best dawg you could be.
Please follow this link to watch Mr Darcy’s farewell clip.
go and give those you love a smooch,
click here to see another video of Mr Darcy’s gardening skills.