Remembering Ginger

Remembering Ginger

Ginger was a really lucky girl to spend half of her life living on a lake. She also spent her almost 16 years with a tennis ball in her mouth. Every morning at the lake, you would hear Ginger wake up, run down the steps, and jump off the rocks into the water. A little while later, she would wake you up soaking wet, with a soaking wet tennis ball to match. As soon as you were up she would bolt down the stairs and wait, on the rocks, for you to throw the ball. Sometimes we would see how long she would wait. It was a really, really, long time. Her leg would shake every time she played ball because she was so excited. We sure loved to see her nap on her floaty in the water when she was all done. She was so patient but very stubborn and wasn’t shy about rolling her eyes when she was displeased. We will miss her sass and her woofs from the bed when we come home, and the kisses in the morning to get us up.