John H Clark III

Buggy John H Clark III

Filled with loveShe was a sweet, cute, lovable, loyal, annoying, pain-in-the-ass officially named Junebug Clark. For 13 years, she filled our cozy little country home with love, companionship, whining, crying, begging, puddles on the floor, small turds on the carpet, and a great big hole when she left. Mama's girlShe was big and brave, going nose-to-nose - on opposite sides of two fences, mind you - in boisterous barking matches with the huge Rottweiler that lived behind our house. Never mind that a leaf falling suddenly to the ground behind her, or a butterfly floating suddenly over her shoulder sent her scurrying for cover. Although she came to us as a present for my birthday, it didn't take long before Buggy became a mama's girl - I mean, dog, for heaven's sake. She was a dog, and we were not her mommy and daddy, no matter what my wife or anybody else said. Not just a dogShe was just a dog. Just a dog ... but so much more, too. She was a member of the family. When she left, our whole world changed. This is her story.