V.G.B.

Jeff and I lost our dear Hank-dog yesterday. He was such a part of our family, and will be missed, but he had 15 long years to sniff the air, stick his nose in the snow and chase squirrels so I think it was a good life for him.

We always called Hank our V.G.B. (very good boy). And he was. Hank went on our first date with us in the park, and even kissed me first. He approved. And so did I, despite his bad breath. We always joke that I would have never been dumb enough to go on a first date hike in the woods without the lure of a friendly dog coming along...who knows, Jeff could have been a psycho-killer but it was obvious from the beginning that Hank was not. What can I say? I am a sucker for dogs, and men with dogs, I guess.

Here's a little photo tribute to our good ole Hank-dog...