Dear sweet lovable Bailey.
Without question the smartest dog I’ve known. From bringing a box of tissues upon hearing “Achoo!,” to turning on the lights when asked, you were an amazing member of the family. Equally at home cuddling on the couch, as in the woods searching for ruffed grouse, you were as affectionate as you were a bird hunting machine. Watching you work was joy in its purest form.
I think of you often.
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Hidden beneath your bark and bulk, lies sensitivity beyond measure. You’re 85 pounds of yellow affection. When expressing happiness, your tail is never enough, only a full body wag will do.
Still a puppy at heart.