I have seen dogs who are stuck with men who are okay and some with men who are just plain mean. Not Lewis and I. Lewis and I just fit together. We knew what each other was thinking at times, without saying a word. We could walk to the top of the mountain and he wouldn't say a word. For some reason we both love the wilderness. Why I liked it, was because I loved to swim, run, retrieve things, and my size. I think Lewis preferred the wilderness more than people because he would love to look at plants, and look at new animals that he had never seen. When we were walking along and prickly thorns got into my paws he would gently pull them out. For some reason he had never been mean to me. And so when that day I'll never forget came when women and men were yelling and crying Lewis would put his hand on my head and I would push my head into it more. I new what he was going to say before he said it, "Good job Seaman."
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