06/25/2026
This is a hard thing to write and a hard thing to put on social media. For the most part I feel that things like this are private matters for the family involved. But in this case we have opened our home to so many people and this sad news is about a part of the spirit of this place and the chief welcoming committee.
Sadly, Poppy, our beloved sprinting lightening bolt of joy Wirehaird Pointer, was able to escape our GPS fence. It seems likely that she was struck and killed by a car yesterday afternoon.
She was the queen of this place, a devoted animal watching over all who were here, yet fiercely protecting when it was needed. Every visitor was greeted with a smile and she exuded love, even to people who “weren’t dog people.” She took the job of checking in on every person, every performer, at Songs at Summerstead to heart, often cuddling with numerous new friends in the process.
She could run faster and jump higher and smile more than any dog I’ve known before. She was literally excited to wake up, eat dinner, have popcorn, drink water, go to the barn, hop in the truck and any other activity. Given how lazy I (Seth) was about her training, she was a remarkable bird hunter. She would nap with you all day if you were sick on the couch, she would chase a ball till she was too hot, get in the creek to cool off, and then chase a ball again. She would try to steal food or beg popcorn from those who came to the concerts in our lawn. She believed it was her job to keep birds of prey and coyotes away, and she loved my wife and children more completely than I could have believed
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