Yogi Bear Zachary Taylor, our boy. You were such a good boy, Yogi. Our very first dog, you were patient and kind and so, so loyal. You were so good to our other pets and allowed them to come into our home (and you showed them the ropes). But you will always be our first dog, our runner (and run you did, buddy!) and our pleaser. I KNOW that you ran across that Rainbow Bridge today – and that Boo Boo and Peanut were waiting for you, tails wagging, ready to cause trouble. I can just picture the three of you wrestling, running, and being so happy. Three to the Flea, such best friends, finally back together again. I bet they asked you what took you so long.
And I’m sure you told them you were just looking after us down here. Woody D has that job now, and you’ve shown him how to be the big dog in the house. Thank you for that. And thank you for the privilege of being your Mama for 16 years, Yogi, Yogurt, Gert. You taught us how to love and raise dogs, and you were very, very special to us.