When I was a kid, we took our dog everywhere. He never spent a weekend in a kennel because we were going out of town. I remember my dad telling a friend of his that the friend and his wife would have to find another ride to a Lions Club convention in Canada. The friend didn't like dogs, and my dad told him the dog was going and that's just the way it was.

The dog died when I was 13. 35 years and I remember it like it was yesterday.