Edmund Burke once said that all that is necessary for the triumph of evil is for good men to do nothing. Today I did nothing. Cara
took Hops away. My little running buddy is gone.
Hops has always been a biter. She nips at the kids. She nips at passing runners. She kills chickens. Last weekend she got too rough
with the Löwen's dog, Heidi. Heidi needed stitches. Cara decided enough was enough. Today she took Hops away to an uncertain fate,
and I hate myself for letting her.
Hops was a sweet, if wild, pup. She always had kisses to greet me. She'd sneak in and lap up my bathwater evening I was in the tub
reading. She'd also sneak up and stick her snout under the shower curtain to lap up the water. She was lapping up water from the
burst pipe when the ceiling fell on her last month. Needless to say, she had to pee alot.
I have never before been parted from a dog but by death. Dandy, Mel, Molly - and now Hops, taken. And I let it happen.
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