Cronkite, a good friend.
With adopted packmate Haylee, through the fence.
Where he's not supposed to be.
In another place he wasn't supposed to be.
In the kitchen.
The best thing in the world is a rawhide treat.
Out on his deck and ramp, which was built when his legs didn't work so well anymore.
He was an old dog, but he was still ready to do his tricks.
Especially if the reward was the ever-popular rawhide chew.
He was a good boy, and I miss him.
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