Kramer

I learned from my mom that Kramer, the Hunnicutt family dog, passed away this week. I don't remember precisely how old he is, but somewhere in the range of 12-14 years. He had a good life I figure, and he shall be missed.

Anyway, while writing this I recalled three great Kramer moments.

1) When a turtle found its way into our yard. I learned that day that Kramer hated turtles, or perhaps it was that Kramer hated being helpless. It hid inside its shell and Kramer couldn't do a thing about it. He barked viciously for an hour or so. Eventually I picked up the turtle and took it to the woods.

2) When, upon seeing a squirrel in a tree, Kramer dashed into the screen porch of my house, and leaped through the screen and broke it. He didn't get the squirrel. He did fall about 15 fifteen since the screen porch is high above the ground. Luckily, no damage.

3) When he did the exact same thing a week later. But this time, he realized his mistake at the last moment and turned around and tried to stop. He and I made eye contact for a moment. I could see the regret in his eyes, but he had too much momentum to stop and he slipped through the hole he had made the week before and fell again. Once again, he was fine.