If you are reading this, I'm sure you know how special he was to me. He was the goofiest, naughtiest, free spirit of a dog that has ever lived. If he wasn't getting into trouble he was snuggling with me on the couch or making Emma laugh.
Truman was a lab in a greyhound body; he was outgoing, competed in obedience, he swam, he fetched, and most of all he stole the hearts of everyone he met.
He was my heart dog through and through and is now a beautiful angel. . . .
and I miss him dearly.