Biscuit was a beautiful, quirky dog, with more personality than a lot of people we meet. After ten years of enjoying a nice breakfast and dinner every day without fail she was always convinced that TODAY was the day we’d forget to feed her. Chasing tennis balls was a lifelong passion, and she loved nothing more than to lay in the grass in our back field, chewing apart an old ball after a play date with her brother. I wish we’d let her enjoy that simple pleasure more often. On mountain hikes she was very focused on “keeping the pack together”. If I lingered behind to take photographs of the scenery she’d circle back hundreds of yards sometimes to figure out why I was falling behind. None of those scenery pics mean a thing to me today, but I sure wish I had a photo of her standing in the trail, wagging her tail, her eyes full of love and a little concern that I wasn’t able to keep up with the pack. We lost her to cancer on September 17, 2020, at age ten, way too soon to say goodbye.