image4This is a bad picture but this is Craig’s dog, “Free”! She came into my life when I was 4, a sheltie-mix with a bobbed tail. We got her for “free” so I thought “Free” was a great name! My mom said she never felt good calling her name from the door. 🙂 Being a 70s family, we had a condo and she is seen here shutting the sliding door for us – she loved to do that. Yes, that is me, Craig, as a little, mischevious guy. Free did everything with me! If i was in the creek, she was in the creek. If I had a popsicle, she shared mine. Sandwiches too (don’t tell Dr. Lambert). She was my first dog. She was hit by a car in front of me as we came out of the creek and she miraculously survived. She was bit by a snake and, with the swollen upper lip showing her teeth, I thought she had rabiies and we would have to shoot her like Ol Yeller. I loved that dog.

 

I was a sophomore at UGA when my mom called to tell me the news. I remember where I was standing and hanging up the phone and crying for my good friend. You know, the one that always listened when the rest of the world hated you? When there was going to be no tomorrow during the throws of adolesence? Yep, she was that friend…