Dakota came into my life on June 20th, 1994, she flew all the way from Germany when she was 9 weeks old. She died in my arms December 3rd, 2005 at 2:05am. I have had the pleasure to know and own many dogs over the last 40 some odd years, but Dakota was special. She was my life. My nick name for her was "Monkey Face" and she was by my side through a divorce, many surgeries I had to have and she was my best friend. Dakota was a German Shepherd and her coloring is called a gray sable. She had one litter of pups and to this day I regret selling every one of those 9 pups, because all I have of her now are pictures, memories and I have a tattoo of her on my ankle. ; I still dream about her at night and sometimes I call out her name in my sleep. The night she died, a part of me died as well. Dakota, mommy misses you and loves you. just keep waiting at the "Bridge" for me, I will be there soon to rub your belly ( and don't worry, I will bring lots of red Kongs with me.
Here she is the day I picked her up at the airport
Her 1st litter, 12 pups, nine lived
Lots of dogs have come and gone in my life, but Dakota was my soul mate
"Whoever said you cannot buy happiness forgot about little puppies."
- Gene Hill