Pete was an awesome dog and lived a nice life, serving as alpha male to a pack of four dogs. He didn't even seem to know he was sick. It was only on the last day when he refused food that I knew something wasn't right.
Published: February 23, 2012
I adopted Pete (aka "Durango") from BREW at a PETCO in Northern Va in October 2002. At the time a sniper was shooting people at gas stations, so we didn't stop for gas or even a cup of coffee. His records show that he was from Charlottesville, VA. His xrays showed that he'd been shot a couple of times with buckshot. I always assumed he was a hunting dog based on how foreign city life was to him at first in Philadelphia.
Pete taught me that when entering any room, you should always seek out the most comfortable chair for yourself and get there first. He loved a great chair.