Galactic Goat checkin April 24th - "Ridin' ol' Gyps"

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This is Dad’s old Border Collie, Gypsy Rose:

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“Ol’ Gyps” is what Dad called her. Every morning and every afternoon Dad would take ol’ Gyps “ridin’”. They’d run the fences, check the cows and chickens, maybe pop by for a neighbor that needed some help with something. Every day for years ol’ Gyps would go ridin’.

Since Dad passed on Wednesday, Gypsy sort of became a forgotten detail. Sure, she was fed, let out in the mornings, brought in each evening. But Gypsy was missing Dad and didn’t get her daily rides. This morning Galactic Goat did the proper Goatly thing. I loaded ol’ Gyps up in Dad’s ol’ Red (his old Dodge farm truck ) and me and ol’ Gyps went a ridin’

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It’s clear to me, being here, how much that ride meant to Gypsy. She came to life when she heard Dad’s keys rattling. When I grabbed my jacket she nearly burst through the back door. I couldn’t get the pickup opened up fast enough for her.

After we rode around the countryside for about half an hour, I headed back to the house. Ol’ Gyps hasn’t let me get more than 5 feet from her ever since.

I sure wish there was a way I could bring Gypsy home with me. But I know this old farm dog would be miserable in the confines of suburbia.

A bittersweet day today my friends. Bless you all, and wishing you each a wonderful week.

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