They were great dogs. The black one bounced light weight balls on his nose. The one with the blue harness was the smartest escape artist we’ve had. Leaped over a gate from stairs knowing I’d catch him, even though my heart dropped to my shoes. The one with the black harness should have been called ‘Love’ because that’s what filled him. I’m so grateful we had them.
I have had 5 dogs (one at a time) over the last 45 years. All of them have been totally different from each other, extremely distinct personalities, yet all proudly canine in their ways.
I have loved them all, but my present dog, Penny, is the sweetest of them all.