Duke was a big rambunctious dog and always getting into trouble. They day I met him he got out of his cage at the shelter and managed to get himself to the front door of the shelter almost ready to run off before I got there. He had a brown coat not shiny but dirty he looked tired and older and looked like he needed a good friend. I took him home of course. I played ball with him once I got home and got him a snoopy dog bed to lay on for comfort and a dog bone to chew on. He was the sweetest dog ever he would come up to you and just rest his head on your lap. Duke loved everyone and even Murphy. I didn't have the heart to give him up so I kept duke and I loved him. Duke i never got to say goodbye to. He died in his sleep he lived to the age of twelve and he would still run a lot at the age of eleven I will always remember him and love him forever.
