I had to end the suffering of a very old friend this week, my Australia Shephard, Melbie. From puppyhood through 13 years, he was a constant companion in my shop. Few things excited him more than my shop keys. No just wasn’t an answer. We were going make the trek to shop together. Nothing scared him. And sometimes I wondered if we were in contest to see who could get covered with the most saw dust. The damn fool would lay under the thickness planer and seem proud of the winning result.
No tears, to the end we never let each other down. No sympathy sought. No condolences. But, as a toast to “Ol’ Melbie” post a note about your animal shop companion. And no, drunken Ralph from next door doesn’t count.
-- DJ Peck, Lincoln Nebraska. I don't have a Shop. I think of it as a Tool Chase. Where the hell did I put that?