Cheryl and I watched today as Jam chased Dewey around the yard, both of them flying like birds but, to our surprise, with Dewey easily and gracefully in the lead, winning a game that Jam usually owns. It was Dewey in charge all the way, running and almost laughing with confidence, making Jam look a little like an old man.
Another year has gone by and it's time now to say goodbye to Dewey. Saturday morning he goes to school. We have fingers crossed that his confidence and maturity will continue to grow, that he'll do well with his training, but mostly that he will continue to be a happy and sweet dog for the rest of his life.
And of course we'll miss him very much.