I first met Reva Dog eleven-some years ago. She was a young girl then, and belonged to my sweetheart Dave. He had rescued her as a stray. She was shy and sweet and devoted to her canine "big brother" Scout, following him wherever he went.
She was an outdoor girl, built for cold climates and mountain climbing, but equally enjoyed many adventures in the deserts, valleys and canyons of California, Arizona, and most recently, Oregon. She loved gamboling, racing, exploring, and basically running wild and free in the Great Outdoors, always with her companion Scout, until he passed away a few years ago.
I'm going to miss her vivacious "doggie dance" and woo-wooo howling at dinner time, her impossibly fluffy ears, and her infinite patience with small, annoying cats. (Buttonwillow the cat thrilled at tormenting the gentle giant of a dog, unaware that she could be snapped in two at any moment by the jaws of the infinitely tolerant beast who chose to ignore her animal instincts)...
I'm going to miss her "Wookie talk" (she could sound just like Chewbacca) and the way her great plume of a tail would spin in a circle like a giant propeller whenever she would gallop to greet Dave.
Goodbye, sweet girl dog and faithful friend.