He died years ago. He was such a good dog. So serious. My mother, Stacia Brady, did this painting of him. Once he kept sleeping in front of my bedroom door, so I led him back to his blanket and told him to stay on his blanket (so I didn't trip on him in the middle of the night). Later on that night, I woke up and he had moved his blanket right in front of my door so he could sleep there and follow the rules. He was very smart.
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