About as good as a 100lb bloodhound could be. Loved to hang out the front of the mule and smell for hogs in the brush, loved a good belly rub and loved to steal the cats' food. He would tell you all about his day if he hadn't seen you in a while. Cancer spares few, and Duke was no exception. Give your pets an extra pat tonight for Duke. He was a good dog.
Our vibrations were getting nasty. But why? I was puzzled, frustrated... Had we deteriorated to the level of dumb beasts?
