Shiloh... Did you find me or did we both find trouble? I saw you there at the marina, while someone was hunting snakes yet using you as a double... I had to get you on the golf cart so we could flee and deal with this later, but obviously refuge was just the start... You would never leave, and I had no say in the matter, when you climbed into my truck, it was clear that we both made up our mind, we needed each other. I was 33 what is that in dog years? Yet you stayed and we played, and had many good years, you were and have always been my best friend. R.I.P My Brown-Eyed Dog-Dog.