An angel dog, all white and fluffy, gentle as a lamb, but strong, made to pull sleds, with a big smiling face. The neighborhood kids loved him, and he loved kids. It was sad to lose "Casper," like losing a child. He had,

A good dog's life

Then one day, a new dog, a nephew. Little guy rowdy and rough. Why is he the only one with a black butt? All white and fluffy too. He's different, growling, shaking his head, as if possessed, like the exorcist. Independent and likes to jump. I like this one, for some reason? I'll give him,

A good dog's life

It was a tuff two years, but now at five, what a nice big guy you turned out to be. Much like me, independent, and don't need much. It's funny how they get to know you so well, as if they can read your mind. They know when your sad, hurt, not feeling so well, or just want to give him hell. He's my buddy, my friend, and he'll have,

A good dog's life

He's become the neighborhood angel dog, like his uncle. The kids love him, and want to dig their fingers in his thick, soft, white fur, and he loves kids too. He's so big and strong, and handsome, my wrestling and sparring partner. He has the best of everything. He's free to roam the whole back yard, has his own landscape kennel, and enters part of the garage as his own. He has,

A good dog's life

It's sad to know we will lose him one day. They don't live as long as us, but what a joy he has given us, with his big smile, and can always make us smile. To watch him guarding our house day and night, chasing birds, and squirrels away from his yard. Loves his apple trees, and don't waste any that fall to the ground. Never seen a dog that can eat so much apples. We take care of him, pick up his poop, our buddy, our friend, "Siber Boy." You really do have,

A good dog's life