Dea

Dog Is to trail what meat is to survival. Follow me. Dog my footsteps, close as a shadow when there is no sun. Imagine the dog dogging the dog. Cerberus guarding the gates of Hades with his thirty heads.  How those teeth shine, rival the dog star, the dog days, when we turn dog-hearted incensed by the Celestial Dog, whose name is Joy. Take language at face value watching it decline against the Euro, the pound, the dog pound. This is how we are followed; dogged footsteps echoing the night corridors the feeling that someone is watching just over your left shoulder and you jerk around but there is no one you can see.  But there is. There is. ~Adrianne Marcus

In loving memory Dea passed to the Rainbow Bridge June 1, 2005

Dea, whose full name was Medea, was a gentle giant of a dog who was "auntie" to all of our other dogs.  At 11 years, she could  still jump into the SUV and walk and walk and walk....  She liked to sing along and howl; Mercury often joined her in these howls. Dea was a rescue dog from the Peninsula Humane Society. She was, in actuality, a wolf-hybrid. It was once said of her, "If all wolf-hybrids were like Dea, no one would object to people having them."  She played well with dogs and only exhibited prey drive towards mocking squirrels.

In Loving Memory Our Other Wolf Hybrids