Rich's story about the First Sonny he ever knew

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(By Rich Donahower)

Reminds me of a dog I knew in Oak Creek Colorado...Sonny...A big handsome Irish Setter. Very smart, and cool as the underside of a pillow.
Sara and Dale, friends next door in the apartment building I lived in, cooked a big turkey for Thanksgiving and had it on the table cooling a bit while we all walked down to the market to get a bottle of wine to enjoy with dinner. Sonny was all 'jumpingupanddown' excited to go for a walk. Dale, Sara, Sonny and I all got about halfway there - a few blocks - when I noticed that Sonny, who had been prancing along with us , was not with us. We all stopped and looked around, but he was not to be found. We all then looked into each others eyes and simultaneously said "THE TURKEY!" and started running back to the apartments. We found Sonny there in the kitchen sitting up tall with his chest puffed out, acting like he was everything and ignoring the turkey on the floor, already about half gone. It was like he planned the whole thing. He knew how to open the screen door, he knew where 'going for a walk' was, and he knew how much time he would have alone with his turkey. I loved that dog.