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Sunday, September 04, 2005

Come all without, come all within...

You've not seen nothing like the Mighty Quinn.

Sept. 21, 1992- Sept. 4, 2005

posted by Unknown at 3:20 PM

4 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

Quinn embodied the term "lucky dog!"
Never has a canine lived such a fortunate life...
From chasing deer by the JBU soccer fields...to being the best behaved camper in North Carolina...to being the recipient of adoration from his boy, Julian...Quinn surely knew he was a lucky dog!
We'll miss you....

7:07 PM

 
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Quinn....
you will be missed. No dog like Quinn.

4:09 PM

 
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I know of no being, man or beast, as perfectly formed as my friend Quinn. Always up for the journey, greeting the day with a noisy, floppy tail-- I only wish carrying a sock in my mouth would produce such joy. Something will be different now without Quinn presiding over our lives and reminding us, gently, to keep it simple. I will truly miss this comrade at arms, but feel confident that he's sitting somewhere on high, visor perched on his prodigious forehead, passing an Ace under the table to Buster on his right while catching a glimpse of Pupcake's hand on his left. Farewell to the Mighty Quinn!

9:57 AM

 
Blogger Unknown said...

Wms, that was as fine an epilogue to Quinn's life as I can imagine. Let's hope Quinn keeps his teeth off the Buster, though. That could be one dirty fight.

10:13 AM

 

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