Ground Hog day yesterday reminded me of my mom's dog, Boscoe. Boscoe was given to my mom by her friend when she could no longer keep him. Here he is with my mom celebrating my brother, David's wedding in August 1987. We had the reception in our front yard of our Maryland home and Mom dressed him up in a bow tie.
I don't think we would have ever chosen a long-haired daschund but he was adorable and a wonderful dog. Irreplaceable.
Boscoe loved to dig ground hogs out of our yard. He would literally pull them up from "down under" and have his way with them. We intercepted when we could since it wasn't always a pleasant outcome. As much as we loved Boscoe, we always rooted for the under dogs. We hoped they'd run away before he could start shaking them.
Boscoe was sometimes even smaller than his unearthed "friends." Small dog: big ego: huge heart.
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