Author: GrandMa

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.