“It’s a little Lassie! Can I pet him?”
Famous last words.
Bailey was a feisty dog with a lot to prove. From the comfort of the living room, he boldly alerted every pedestrian on our street that the yard was off limits, and he defended the house like the loyal little guard that he was. Bailey didn’t have many dog buddies, but he was a good friend to many chickens. He liked belly rubs and relaxing afternoons in the pool, but he most certainly didn’t like walking on hardwood floors, or people taking his gouda at Christmas.
I wish I could have been home to see Bailey off. Bye Bailey!
