It was always nice coming home from a gig/long run to your wagging tail waiting for me by the front door. Or when you would sit on my foot while I was working up a new set. You’d patiently wait for me on those late nights to go to bed or hang out w/ me for HOURS while I agonized over a bass line. Tail wagging, almost a smile on your face.

I couldn’t have asked, or deserved, a better dog. Thank you for being there for the good times & getting me through the bad. Thank you for being my family & son’s first dog. Thank you for the memories that will be cherished for the rest of our lives.

My goodest dog.