The Rip Van Wrinkler, XXV, Issue 1, February 2021

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In Memoriam

Dogs are family
Submitted by Anne Harlan
"A man and his dog were walking along a road. The man was enjoying the scenery,
when it suddenly occurred to him that he was dead.
He remembered dying, and that the dog walking beside him had been dead for years.
He wondered where the road was leading them.
After a while, they came to a high, white stone wall along one side of the road. It looked like fine marble.
At the top of a long hill, it was broken by a tall arch that glowed in the sunlight.
When he was standing before it he saw a magnificent gate in the arch that looked like mother-of-pearl,
and the street that led to the gate looked like pure gold. He and the dog walked toward the gate,
and as he got closer, he saw a man at a desk to one side.
When he was close enough, he called out, 'Excuse me, where are we?'
'This is Heaven, sir,' the man answered.
Would you happen to have some water?' the man asked.
Of course, sir. Come right in, and I'll have some ice water brought right up'.
The man gestured, and the gate began to open.
'Can my friend,' gesturing toward his dog, 'come in, too?' the traveller asked.
'I'm sorry, sir, but we don't accept pets.'
The man thought a moment and then turned back toward the road and continued the way he had been going with his dog.
After another long walk, and at the top of another long hill, he came to a dirt road
leading through a farm gate that looked as if it had never been closed. There was no fence.
As he approached the gate, he saw a man inside, leaning against a tree and reading a book.
'Excuse me!' he called to the man. 'Do you have any water?'
'Yeah, sure, there's a pump over there, come on in..'
'How about my friend here?' the traveller gestured to the dog.
There should be a bowl by the pump.'
They went through the gate, and sure enough, there was an old-fashioned hand pump with a bowl beside it.
The traveller filled the water bowl and took a long drink himself, then he gave some to the dog.
When they were full, he and the dog walked back toward the man who was standing by the tree.
'What do you call this place?' the traveller asked.
This is Heaven,' he answered.
'Well, that's confusing,' the traveller said. 'The man down the road said that was Heaven, too.'
'Oh, you mean the place with the gold street and pearly gates? Nope. That's hell.'
'Doesn't it make you mad for them to use your name like that?'
'No, we're just happy that they screen out the folks who would leave their best friends behind.'"
Dogs are family.
~Anonymous Author

Indy Bing

Apu Born on the Fifth of July

(5 July 2005 - 16 December /2020)

Our "little guy", our sweet Basenji, Indy Bing, crossed the rainbow bridge.
I am filled with sadness. He was a very special boy with a sweet temperament - he loved everyone and was just wonderful.

He came to us from Susan Kamen Marsicano at just 7 weeks old, and instantly became part of our family.
His big brother Harrison was thrilled to have him.

He brought us so much joy. His favorite was warm days when he could go lay on the hot deck.
He always found the warmest places in the house. He loved to sleep under covers we us.

He will be missed very much. He is now with Kaila Harlan and his brother Harrison and at peace. Anne Harlan

At 15 years old.

Reunited with Kaila.

Reunited with Harrison.

Forever musical and loved.

RIP Rob Gerity.

He was a lovely man and a gifted photographer. In June of '03, Rob made photos of our Wrinkler Match, at Jacquie Cunningham's place, in Red Hook. Our club set up a fenced agility course, and we invited the other dog people, there for a regular match, to participate. I think we had almost 40 runs that day. Here's an example of the memories he made for us. Our friend, Rob Gerity

The Apu Basenji Bouquet (for costume contest)!
My guys: Laser a Pee-on-y, Cherry her namesake blossom, Ian a crow-cus, and I was, of course, the Mum!


Miloki the Dream Continues

(15 December 15 2014 - 24 November 24 2020). Dearly Beloved.

Dearly Beloved. Dawn Donaldson


Our son, Eugene Donaldson, found Nico at our local SPCA and brought him here to live with us in August 2008.
He passed on November 7, 2020.

Such a gentle and sweet boy he was. Dawn Donaldson

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