January 9, 2003 - March 14, 2014
Eleven years just doesn't seem like long enough to share life with such a good dog.
We first brought him home when we were still two young lovebirds with time and energy to give.
He patiently took a step to the side when kiddos entered the family
and never once batted his eyes at needing to welcome their little selves into his pack.
But he was also mellow, kind, brave, and just a little bit rebellious.
Bailey lived a double life, heading over to the neighbor's house each morning after we left for work.
We tried everything we possibly could to train him to stay home, afraid he was annoying them.
But then in an over the fence conversation, the neighbor told us that he always looked forward to Bailey coming over for "his morning biscuit".
We were telling him to stay home, but he was being rewarded for leaving.
What's a dog to do?
and is survived not only by the four of us and his two BFFs Freaky and Strange (our black cats),
but also by our truck-driving neighbor and his Harley-riding son,
along with their elderly black lab Lincoln, and newly-rescued pit bull Pinky.
We will miss you, you old wiggle-butt dog.