It ain’t Over

Brynhildr Brown, dachshund of my childish  heart

Brynhildr, Dachshund, little clover-faced darling…she became very stout in her last years, yet she never sang. She came into our household already named. We called her Brünsy. How she would bark at the ring of the brass ship bell mounted at the front door.

Brünhilda for Homework

Brünhilda for Homework

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