He loved to run, hunt, fetch, play tug of war, ride in the car, watch tv, fish, and just be my best friend.
He didn't like strangers. He was very protective.
His name was Bandit. I grew up with him. He was my best friend. I had to have him put to sleep because he broke his jaw and they couldn't fix it. He couldn't even eat. I had the option of putting him on a feeding tube but he wouldn't have wanted that. And he was suffering. I wish he hadn't have got hurt. He was my best friend. He loved to go squirrel hunting and run and play in the creek. He loved to play ball. He could do math by barking the answer. He would jump really high like it was nothing. He loved to ride with me and go places. I miss him all the time. Rest in Peace Bandit <3