It was a sad day today. My old friend, Truman went to join my dearly departed brother Talisker. He was his BFF and I’ve known him my whole life. We went on adventures together, accompanying our humans and sampling the local bread while they tested falling over juice, we watched them slide down white slippy stuff with boards attached to their paws and had sleepovers at each other’s kennels.
Truman and Talisker are back together on an adventure in a place where the rabbits are slow and fat, the frisbees and balls plentiful. I am now the last of THE THREE AMIGOS.
