If you have been around my home you have probably met Trek. A 90 pound male German Shepherd who never had a mean bone in his body. If he liked you he would either sit on your foot or jump up beside you on the sofa – and lick the back of your head. If he was unsure of you he would merely sit between you and herself and keep an eye on you. 

Last week Trek lost his battle with an auto immune disease. If there is a place that good dogs go, that is where the old goof is. There will be endless cookies.