Today has been a sad day. The dog my son rescued from an abusive owner and gave to me as a present 13 years ago died today. I ended up having to give him to my daughter because he didn’t get along with the dog I already had, but I loved visiting him and listening to his hilarious bark.
My daughter and her family live on a one way street and her husband’s parents, a cousin and an aunt live a few houses down and/or across the street, so there 4 different households to visit with. He was such a good dog who loved having his head and back scratched and his belly rubbed. He was also a great balloon popper!
You’ll be missed for sure, lots of people loved you. RIP Fart !
(his name was Bart, but I always called him Fart)