We got him when he was 7 months old in may of 2005. He belonged to my daughter first,
then later came to live with me. He was the best, always there to protect me and comfort me when I went through cancer. He loved watching TV and was so funny. When he was a puppy, my daughter had him on a retractable leash and took him to the park. He got away from her and started running. He saw the leash behind him and seemed to think he was being chased, so he ran up a slide. Now he was a pretty good size. He was a shepherd mix and as he got older, he looked just like a wolf. He lived a good life and we miss him very much.