her life in tags

A collection of Pucci's dog tags

Her grave marker 

Pucci walking the Brooklyn Bridge - New York City 2000

Pucci

1997 - 2012

Pucci Le Pew

Check out Pucci's nose - she got into it with a skunk this morning.  I gave her a bath and am washing everything, but the whole house smells really bad.  She's so gangsta!

yummy venison

Pucci found a deer leg in the woods and brought it back to the farm where she lays down and gnaws on it every time she goes outside.  Delicious.

Brooks sister

Pucci relaxing and bearing a striking resemblance to the Brooks Brothers logo

the empress' new clothes

Pucci's first winter coat - it kind of looks like an elf costume

aged venison

Some dogs take more of an interest in the filth of the world than others:  rolling in things that smell, eating rotten matter, delighting in anything dead.  Pucci is one of those dogs.  Her new country lifestyle has supplied her with endless delicacies of this type, so it was no surprise when she came in yesterday reeking like a fermented corpse from something she had been break dancing in.  I put on my rubber gloves and marched her straight over to the water pump where she got tied up and bathed.  I forgot about it until she did it AGAIN a few hours later.

When it came time to close up the barn and put the chickens and Bunny Lee inside for the night, Pucci and I headed down to start the chores when I noticed she was distracted by something in the grass.  There it was:  a severed deer foot, several days old, tiny maggots weaving their way around the joint.  Where did she get it?  Where was the rest of the deer?  I picked it up (with gloved hand) and threw it as far out in the pasture as I could.

This morning I came out from the barn and saw her way out in the field where I threw the foot, wagging her tail, chewing.

Roll with it

Pucci has been loving the country and does this every day