Ginger
Ginger and me (circa. 1985).
Ginger was the second dog in my childhood, and our second Brittany Spaniel. It was two days before we were supposed to move from Seattle to Louisiana when my dad and I wandered into the local pet shop. One look and I knew I had to have her. Against my father's better judgment, went home with puppy in hand rehearsing what we were going to tell my mother. I don't remember the details, but it all must have worked out because Ginger was with us for a wonderful 16 years! In the end she was blind and lame from arthritis, so we decided to put her to sleep with her companion of 9 years, Teebeaux. We wanted them to be together, as they loved each other as much as we loved them.
4/10/84 - 5/18/00