Born 5-17-2005
Eight weeks.
Six months, with his buddy, Bugsy.
They often slept together.
About one year old. When he wanted to play, he'd find the ball. When he got tired of it, he'd hide the ball.
He loved to ride in the truck. He would have driven if I had let him.
He knew what his main job was: Let dogs and dog walkers in the street know he was guarding the ranch.
He never grew up. He loved to race around the yard. If you wanted to go in the house, he would grab your pant leg to hold you back. "Stay and play."
I came home yesterday afternoon expecting to find him waiting. His heart had given out only a few minutes before.
4-10-2013.
R.I.P.
4-10-2013.
R.I.P.
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