June 9
RIP Smokey
I met Smokey here on Campbell Avenuewhen he had already reached the ripe old age of 17. He and I whiled away many a pleasant moment waiting for my adjunct pastor to be done with his day job. He was killed at age 19 when an enthusiastic Chocolate Lab mistook him for a squirrel. Smokey now spends his days flapping around on angel wings and barfing on labs from the clouds.
