Goodbye Rudy

Some passing motorists in the child-like and senseless gun-the-engines-always  fashion that is so common here killed our dog Monday night. Or maybe fate did, or maybe every dog just has his short day in the sun.

This madhouse of juvenalia when it comes to driving, along with some other things.

And Rudy, black on white fluff, springer spaniel of exquisite nature, was lain out in our hallway overnight, then taken to Ballyduff.

On a golden afternoon by the river I helped my sons dig deep. There were no taps to be played, but there were tears from my sons.

 Goodbye Rudy.

And I know tomorrow I will see countless drivers tail-gating at incredible speed, and passing around blind bends like children with toys to advanced for them. Its the native style — indulge yourself, indulge, indulge.