has survived her bad habit of running toward bears, a tumor on her foot
and the birth of a human six years ago that pushed her way down in the
pecking order. She has taken that with grace and we're happy to have
more time to share with her.
Wrote an essay about my dogs, including Poops, in Alaska Tracks. From it:
"Poops came to us from Golden Retriever Rescue with the name of Molly
5. Other families rejected her three times because she is a spaz. When
we test-drove her for an overnight, I liked her because her tired groans
reminded me of Jane, and because she climbed on the couch to take a nap
with me. Poops always takes her passions one step too far—nosing into
visitor’s crotches when they enter our home, running over cliffs,
bashing through spruce branches and coming back with a cuts on her face
(self-inflicted injuries are her specialty). I enjoy her craziness
because there’s something so pure about it, and because she has so few
years to be crazy."