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Fiona, faithful friend
The journaling, which is tucked in behind, reads:
Fiona, faithful friend, what can I say? We got you as a 6-weeks old pup in the spring of 1991, shortly before we moved into our new house.
What a funny, fearful dog you were. You'd come around the corner, see yourself in a full-length mirror and bark like crazy -- for a moment. Thunder made you run away, from the safety of the dry porch, out and away. Then you would cower behind the shed or the pump. Behind the pump is where you went during a thunderstorm. Oh well.
Fiona, you were the best with little kids, letting them climb on you, poke. and pull things. Then you would raise your paw and gently poke back.
I miss you, you silly big dog!
Ellen Mancuso
8-1-04
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