Sally went to be with her Maker and likely Buck Merchant earlier this month. She was six years old and had a pretty rough start when I rescued her, four years ago. Unlike Buck, she did not guard by simply being big. If you thought you were entering her office or her home, you had another think coming. Only after being convinced that you were not a serial killer could you enter. Once you gained Sally’s trust, she was a loyal girl. She especially loved her Aunt Bon and Uncle Todd. Sammie made friends over several months and a whole lot of French fries and chicken nuggets. You should have seen her smile after scaring the crud out of golfers in their backswings. She absolutely knew what she was doing and trotted back inside smiling. A house and car are mighty empty without a good dog.
Rest in peace, good girl.
You loved and were loved.
Your Merchant Strategy Familly.
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