Frank and I had over 1.2 million miles together. We were like two peas in a pod. We were together 24/7/365. He loved to play in the snow, and lived to eat dinner together with me. He loved chicken. Words can not explain the emptiness in my heart with him gone, but he is still trucking with me, in his urn. He passed away in my arms Aug. 30. It was the hardest thing I have ever had to do in my 44 years. He would want me to enter him in the contest, so I am, even if he can’t win because he passed. I made a short video of him, if you would like to watch. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6sg-xx_kze0 He was the best trucking dog in the world. The photo I attached is Frank enjoying some fresh Oregon air.
