“Little Annie Dog” was the finest Midland Terrier who ever lived.
She came up on the hard streets of Columbus, GA. Unwanted, she was picked up and brought to the pound, where we lucked up and found her. She saved us.
Her joy of life gave us all joy, and her “Welcome Home” was exuberant.
At 16 pounds, she was a very large dog. She assumed leadership of all large dogs at various dog parks. Her particular favorite was the pit bull.
She led her brother and sister home from the woods if they strayed too far and couldn’t find us. We knew we could send her to fetch them, and she would. She also kept them from going overboard with rambunctious play. “Settle down.”
She fought the good fight and stayed with us as long as she could, but some things even a Midland Terrier can’t conquer. She was vigilant in the protection of her family to her last breath. She gave the full measure of love and loyalty to her pack.
She kissed us “goodbye” today. She sleeps in the sun by a larapedulum bush (which we have always called a “Purple Annie”) in the yard. Goodbye, little Annie Dog, you were the best dog.
