Growing up we had many pets. Some we only housed until another home could be found for them. We had those that remained their whole lifetime. One remained most of my sister’s childhood and the beginning of mine. She was the best beagle ever. Her name was Inkie. The name, like many of the name we chose, came from the mind of a really young child. Tammy, my sister, was quite young when my parent got her. Tammy and Inkie shared one common factor. Both of them were firsts. Tammy was the first child and Inkie was the first dog of the household.
Everyone in the house knew that Inkie belonged to Tammy and Inkie knew she belonged to her as well. With so many beds in the house, it was always Tammy’s bed you would find Inkie on at night.
For every baby animal we found in the field across our house, Inkie became its adopted mother. Since we children were all adopted we felt as though in some way she also adopted us younger kids. She fit into the role so easily and we didn’t need to tell her to do it.
So when I saw that the letter was I, it only took me a second to think of Inkie. I know this is short and there is so much more to say about this wonderful dog, but I wanted to keep this entry brief.
Hope you all enjoy the photos Inkie in no particular order...
|She was so much part of the family that she was included in portraits|
|First day at home|
|That is a bird on my sister's nose|
|Same photo shoot|
|With Gram and Gramp and Tammy and Tommy|
|All pictures with my sister|
|There is that bird|
|There she sits, the always watchful mother|