When my people were recently in Portland, Oregon they got to see my old friend George. He’s a howler and wondered where I was.
I saw George last when we picked up our trailer and started our cross-country adventure. But he was also the last dog I really played with on all four legs.
When we came home after meeting him back in 2006, I started limping bad for the first time. My people distinctly remember noticing me stumble when I jumped out of the truck.
Seems like a lifetime ago … but then again, I guess it was.