The Bottle of Golden Walks
Lucy, my beloved Basset Hound, was with us for 13 and one half years. On
almost every day of the wonderful years she spent with me, she and I
would take a morning walk. We would go out each morning to greet
the new day, to smell and see and hear our world.
Lucy, born in the
East Tennessee hills, thrived as a
young dog. From her point of view, the best of our walks were there, in
the wide open spaces and dense lush woods. She had so much energy.
She loved to smell and hunt. As I walked through the hills, she
would take running detours in the woods chasing wood chucks, squirrels,
rabbits, skunks, deer and even an unfortunate turkey or two. The
Tennessee were full of all kinds of
When we moved to
Las Vegas, Lucy became a
city dog. Each day we would walk to the Hills
Park and greet other dogs and neighbors. She always took the time
to take in all the smells, of the other dogs and the kids in the park.
She loved to sit in the clovers and roll in the cool grass. She
also relished finding forgotten treasures, left by the school kids
passing though the park. Occasionally. we would see a rabbit over
by the golf course, bringing back memories of the chase.
Even on her last day, she wanted to go for her morning walk. It
was a cold morning with an icy drizzle, and there was a rainbow making
an arc over the
All our walks were precious to me, even the last golden drop from the
passed away quite suddenly, and we miss her dearly. She was our
The Yucel Family