She came to us angry and confused. I named her after a junior high school redhead crush; it was the fall of ‘96. Shea didn’t want any part of us, but after several days at the beach and quite a few runs to the Point Judith breakwater we were able to tame her and make her part of the family. Since then we’ve had some great adventures; exploring the BSF, the Ipswich River, Harold Parker, Bradley Palmer, Mt Washington, Mt Chocura, Kankamangus River, and even Boston Brook. Her last day was a good one. Steak and ice cream, a trip to the pond with Emmy and Harry. Sunny skies and lots of love. But like all crushes, they inevitably end in a broken heart. Goodbye Shea, rest in piece.

Shea, aka “Missy”, “Miss Head”, “Grumpus Mastif”, “Diggs”, “Grl” 199?-2007