Still Missing Ozzie

Something seemed amiss all day today. As I walked past Ozzie's yard which now sits empty, it hit me. As I reminisced about my big brindle friend, I realized that he has been gone for exactly two months now. Ozzie was always the first dog I fed. Very seldon did Ozzie go in his house. He would stretch out under the starts at night and he loved to nap in the bright sunlight. It had to be pouring down rain or extremely cold before Ozzy would retire indoors. I was chattering away one afernoon checking water bowls when I noticed Ozzy was missing. I called and called for him but he did not come. He always met me at the gate but not that day. I glanced at his vacant house and scoured his yard looking for any breeched area. Nothing was disturbed. Billy was walking the backside of Ozzy's yard when he noticed a big brindle head peeking out. Ozzy caught Billy's movement out of the corner of his eye and knew the jig was up. He had been crouching in the back of his house probably laughing at me the entire time. I said, "you are so busted, you might as well come on out here." So, he sheepishly met me at the gate for a quick pet and a fresh bowl of kibble. I still laugh when I think of the look on his face. I haven't forgotten you my big brindle buddy.