Tuesday, February 28, 2012


I came home yesterday and Elle was not alive.  I miss her. She was born Noelle Schweder, 11 years ago, and spent most of her life with the Schweder family in Oglethorpe County. They suddenly died within hours of each other in suspicious circumstances (apparently mauled by feral dogs) and their 9 or so dogs ended up in the shelter.  The family didn't want them.  I believe in forward karma, and so in the hopes that some kind person would adopt and love my dogs were I to suddenly die, Kevin and I adopted her.  That was in August of 2009.  It didn't make sense to call a dog NO elle, so we shortened it to Elle.  Or L.  
I called her Ehdotes.  Or Edoh-edoh-oodle-loo.
Every time I came home, after the majority of the pack greeted me, she would hang back.  I would ask her for a kiss and she would always give me such a gentle one.  I will miss that the most.
Blue snorzles Elle
Elle does not like wearing Easter bonnets
Elle soon after arrival
Pensive and in her first favorite spot
Wolfin eyes, beautiful smile

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