My dog, Booger, was the best dog ever for so many reasons. She was a handsome short-haired dog, a coffee-with-cream color, with darker brown around her soulful eyes. She was probably a mix of Rhodesian Ridgeback, Boxer, and Heinz57, weighed 61 pounds. She was well-proportioned, muscular and strong without being boxy or overly active. As a companion, she was delightful. Her friendly and affectionate nature endeared her to nearly everyone she met. She would come close to the people she liked and lean against their leg, then turn her face up, as if to say, “Wouldn’t you love to pet me now?” She was easily trained to heel without a leash, and went with me everywhere. When it’s cold she likes to wear dog jackets and coats. She was fierce around other dogs, and whenever she was briefly left in the car. In the fenced yard at home, she would routinely bark when strangers came to the porch, a good watchdog who never barked for no reason, nor excessively. Booger died a little over two years ago, after a long struggle with a cancer in her mouth and jaw. She will never be forgotten.