Chaz was something else. He liked coffee with a little milk (he had his own mug with a handle shaped like a dog bone), apple fritters, and bread; of any kind. Rolls, yeast rolls, hamburger & hot dog buns, loaf bread; as long as it was bread he didn’t care. And he liked to lay outside on the deck with his head propped up on something for hours at the time. We have a plaque hanging on our wall that says:
“A spoiled rotten dog lives here… In our hearts.”
With Love,
| Chaz Mumford |
| 3, Aug 1998 |
| Randy & Cynthia Mumford |