I wanted to tell you about the dog that I had when I was a child. Joe was an Alaskan Mallamute. One of the most beautiful dogs that I have ever seen. My Father owned a corner store and Joe would like to come and visit for a treat or two from my father. Dad was a sucker for animals and Joe knew it! I remember Dad coming home and telling us of this beautiful dog and how he wanted to keep it. He knew it was a stray because everytime he came to visit the store his chain came too! Dad did find out who owned the dog and called to see if he could have him. Without hesitation the owner said yes! It was like he knew that Joe was meant to be ours and yes Joe smiled too! That dog lived by my father's side and ours as well. When my older sister worked at the store so did Joe. He was our protector. I think he thought that my sister and I were his. Every morning we awoke to a big sloppy kiss and a big hug. Joe only lived with us for a few short years and then went on to heaven. My father was devistated. On the west coast of Newfoundland where I am from there is a tourist attraction that we are very proud of. "The Man In The Mountain" is a face of an old man that through years of erosion has etched itself on the side of this mountain that sits peacful in the Humber Valley and my father felt it appropriate that since Joe watched over us for a few short years that "The Old Man In The Mountain" would watch over Joe through eternity. So that's what Dad did. So to this day the old man silently and peacefully watches Joe and yes.......smiles.

Author: Bernadette
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