Missing Tate.

Jonathan was at work and I heard the all too recognizable sound of impact and then the yelp of the dog. Tate had found his way under our back fence and onto the road where he was hit by a car. One of our golden retrievers died last week. He is missed, especially by Jonathan and Adam. They spent countless hours playing in the backyard. It was always Dad and Tate against Adam and Buddy. But we are thankful to still have Buddy. Here's a few pics of playtime in the yard with just little Buddy.