Tula came to me as a scared, skinny runaway from Chico, CA, age unknown.
She’d recently given birth, had a dry, raggedy coat and kept her tail permanently tucked between her legs.
She refused to jump into a car, but broke three (empty) bowls by jumping onto the kitchen counter in search of food to filch.
She’d had a hard life to that point.
I took her to Holly Park on her first day in Bernal Heights so she could get a view of her new neighborhood.
Tula never met another dog she didn’t like, or at least tolerate. I saw her growl only a few times, and she had to be taught how to bark again.
Though she always kept an eye on me, She liked and tolerated children of all ages too.
Tula got around.
As my black and white shadow, she traveled from California to points all over the East Coast.
On the Pacific Coast at The Sea Ranch,
At the Brooklyn Bridge with Illustrator Paul O Zelinsky.
And on top of Vermont’s Mt Abraham with Sabin Russell.
Tula’s favorite spot was belly deep in some body of water.
but she was happy in all weather as long as I was there too.
After any encounter with moisture, she would joyfully roll in grass or sand or the dusty driveway.
Tula was the sweetest dog I’ve ever had and she will be profoundly missed.
She was the sweetest-natured dog I’ve ever seen and was well-loved. Hugs, Ashley.
thank you for being one of her lovers, Laurie.
So beautiful Ashley, such wonderful gifts you were for each other.
Thank you for reading…and commenting, Jackie!
Oh no! Oh Ashley – I’m so sorry!!! I’m so going to miss her as I know you do. Sending all my love – e
I know E, it is such sad news. I never dreamed this summer that I’d be saying goodbye so soon. I’m glad we had so much fun together.
What a beautiful tribute to Tula. How lucky that you found one another.
Weren’t we, Sharon? I am not religious, but sometimes I am in awe of how the world’s gears turn.
Such a beautiful way to honor Tula, Sis. Oliver and I enjoyed each picture of her and hearing her story again. Thank you for sharing Tula with us. Carvin Creek will always whisper the memory of our sweet girl romping in her waters, splashing in the gold and green reflection of sunshine and tree. We love you.