Oh No! My condolances, Mike.
Thanks, Mom is pretty sad. Go see her tomorrow to comfort her.
That damn dog was just like a Mopar. He wouldn't give up.
He was the strongest dog. When he was a young man, he would litterly drag you around the block when you took em for a walk. The part Pitbull in him created massive long legs. Once he grew up, he mellowed out. Typical for Labs.
We would take em down to the lake edge at 3pm. He would sit there by himself wrestling with a stick in the water attacking it over and over for hours. He left us a million smiles during his life.
But you know what? He won! He went 15 years.
OMG, that is like us living till we are 105 years old.
