Happy birthday, my dear Minny.

February 12, 1989-March 13, 2002

Never shall any year pass unforgotten, until the end of time.

ALL DOGS ON THIS PAGE LEGALLY OWNED BY

S. LUCAS AND L.V. FERRERA

[With the exception of all puppies but Minny and their dam, Ch. Black Chip's Isis of Atair/owner, the late Mary Ann Blair]

Minny

[CH. Black Chip's Isis of Atair X Antietam's Redjedef ]

Some of my most cherished photos are the old, yellowed photocopies of Minny as a baby and with her mom, Isis.

*[ISIS AND  PUPPIES OTHER THAN MINNY OWNED BY MARY ANN BLAIR]

YES, MY HOUSE WAS ONCE PAINTED TO MATCH MY DOGS

[AND WILL BE AGAIN THIS SUMMER. I HATE THE BROWN COLOR IT IS NOW]

SMOOCHIE FACE

MINNY & MOM

MINNY AND DAD

YOU....WOKE....ME....UP!!!!!

In memory of Minny, eternally in my heart.

The only sorrow she ever brought me was the day she left me.

The Power of the Dog

There is sorrow enough in the natural way
From men and women to fill our day;
And when we are certain of sorrow in store,
Why do we always arrange for more?
Brothers and sisters, I bid you beware
Of giving your heart to a dog to tear.

Buy a pup and your money will buy
Love unflinching that cannot lie--
Perfect passion and worship fed
By a kick in the ribs or a pat on the head.
Nevertheless it is hardly fair
To risk your heart to a dog to tear.

When the fourteen years which Nature permits
Are closing in asthma, or tumor, or fits,
And the vet's unspoken prescription runs
To lethal chambers or loaded guns,
Then you will find--it's your own affair--
But ... you've given your heart to a dog to tear.

When the body that lived at your single will,
With its whimper of welcome, is stilled (how still!)
When the spirit that answered your every mood
Is gone--wherever it goes--for good,
You will discover how much you care,
And will give your heart to a dog to tear.


We've sorrow enough in the natural way,
When it comes to burying Christian clay.
Our loves are not given, but only lent,
At compound interest of cent per cent.
Though it is not always the case, I believe,
That the longer we've kept 'em, the more do we grieve:
For, when debts are payable, right or wrong,
A short-term loan is as bad as a long--
So why in Heaven (before we are there)
Should we give our hearts to a dog to tear?



Rudyard Kipling

Minny's Grave

Though she sleeps outside now, she's only 18 inches away from where she spent her life sleeping beside me on the sofa.