They say you only get one great dog in your life. We've been more than fortunate to have two, Lady and Ginger. After Lady died in June of 1990 it was a long time before another dog would enter our lives. Eighteen months later by chance a second great dog came along. Ginger was taken out of a litter of Australian Shepherd puppies, she was the friendliest and prettiest. She came into our lives in the December of 1991. We got to enjoy her company for eight great years. Her first weeks here were occupied with pulling down the Christmas tree and then trying to outrun it. It got to be very common to hear a yip followed by a crash. She would come scrambling into the kitchen looking back over her shoulder to see if the tree was following her. Ginger only spent two nights outside. Her first night was here as a pup in an old doghouse. She escaped from it, so to ensure her safety, she spent her nights in the basement on a pallet of our old clothes. The only other night she spent outside was a night when dad and me forg1 They say you only get one great dog in your life. We've been more than fortunate to have two, Lady and Ginger. After Lady died in June of 1990 it was a long time before another dog would enter our lives. Eighteen months later by chance a second great dog came along. Ginger was taken out of a litter of Australian Shepherd puppies, she was the friendliest and prettiest. She came into our lives in the December of 1991. We got to enjoy her company for eight great years. Her first weeks here were occupied with pulling down the Christmas tree and then trying to outrun it. It got to be very common to hear a yip followed by a crash. She would come scrambling into the kitchen looking back over her shoulder to see if the tree was following her. Ginger only spent two nights outside. Her first night was here as a pup in an old doghouse. She escaped from it, so to ensure her safety, she spent her nights in the basement on a pallet of our old clothes. The only other night she spent outside was a night when dad and me forg2 They say you only get one great dog in your life. We've been more than fortunate to have two, Lady and Ginger. After Lady died in June of 1990 it was a long time before another dog would enter our lives. Eighteen months later by chance a second great dog came along. Ginger was taken out of a litter of Australian Shepherd puppies, she was the friendliest and prettiest. She came into our lives in the December of 1991. We got to enjoy her company for eight great years. Her first weeks here were occupied with pulling down the Christmas tree and then trying to outrun it. It got to be very common to hear a yip followed by a crash. She would come scrambling into the kitchen looking back over her shoulder to see if the tree was following her. Ginger only spent two nights outside. Her first night was here as a pup in an old doghouse. She escaped from it, so to ensure her safety, she spent her nights in the basement on a pallet of our old clothes. The only other night she spent outside was a night when dad and me forg3 Veterinarian: Dr Bob