By Martha Quillen
Everything I ever really needed to know I could have learned from my dog. But for some reason I didn’t realize how smart he was until after he was gone. Bodie died last month (with a jolt of assistance from the vet). He’d started getting sick about three months earlier, and the vet prescribed an antibiotic.
Silly and stupid, but we love ‘em anyway
by Ed Quillen
The Rocky Mountain Dog is a magnificent creature who rides easily in the bed of an old pickup. His barking and growling, done only when necessary, protects his people from bill collectors, process servers, revenue agents, drug enforcers, Mormon missionaries, siding salesmen and other disturbers of domestic tranquility. He waits patiently outside the saloon while his owner relaxes inside. He is a faithful and fearless companion for wood-gathering, trout-fishing, mine-dump exploring, alley-scrounging and the other pleasures of life in the Rockies.