This little picture, though blown out with light and a bit blurry, shows Koira when I first met her, in the kitchen of the house that was her home up until that point. Koira was a teeny tiny little baby puppy, with a naked little belly and a pink little nose.
Two years later, me and Koira attended our first flyball tournament. Disaster though it was, I still came home fired up to do more. And when I looked on the website of the local pound, and saw this pathetic picture of a scared little tan and black dog labeled only as a corgi mix and a number, I had to go pick him up. He was a chubby little thing back there, still intact (though not for long), with ear infections and major scarring in his ear leathers as well as a huge load of worms.
Now, I have two loving companions. Two titled flyball dogs. The two best friends and best team mates a girl could ever ask for. Its hard to believe Koira has been with me four years, and Pallo two, but it is even harder to think about ever living life without them here with me.