Sandy -Sandy Pants- Sandra D Dog
Born in Santa Barbara. Mother was a purebred Weimaraner, father was a Catahoula who climbed over a fence to reach his love, the parents of her mother were not amused so Sandy and her siblings were placed into an adoption agency.
Raised in the town of Isla Vista for her first year, then moved to Santa Ynez Valley to live at what some describe as “Dog Heaven”, Midland School. She lived a life of chasing squirrels, taking independent journeys with best pal Coulter coming home looking like the two were up to no good, tails a wagging. She would often travel to student’s cabins looking for pats & treats and would on occasion take naps on their beds. In the summer when the rez was full, she would dive off the dock to swim after the floating tennis ball just thrown in. She journeyed across the country on an epic road trip as well as taking small adventures to Lizard’s Mouth while her human companion climbed. In town, most would know her name, but not her human companions…
Always a fan of car rides, always sitting in the front seat. Dog is my co-pilot.
In her last few months, she dined on chicken, steak, red salmon, and the occasional filet mignon accompanied by
long naps throughout the day.
Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing there is a field.
I’ll meet you there. When the soul lies down in that grass, the world is too full to talk about. – Rumi
I’ll see you at that field, on the other side of the rainbow bridge. Miss you my friend.