Duke loved to roll in the grass. I remember the time we took him to the river and near shore laid a dead fish, but loving to roll like he did, he rolled on it. The smell was unbearable; we had to give him a bath in the river. He used to love to go on long runs. My favorite was when I would be reading and he wanted attention, he would stick his nose under my arm and push his nose through. So many wonderful memories. We all miss Duke so much.
With Much Love,
| Duke |
| GrandMa |