This was 'Jessie', a Chesapeake Bay Retriever. She was adopted from the local shelter when she was about a year old. Jessie was the fourth Chesapeake we had owned; they are a fiercely loyal breed and not for everyone. I remember her best for the Tarzan-like yodel she would give when I came through the door at the end of the day, and again when it was feeding time. What vocal chords! Despite her size, she was always kept indoors at night and could open up the closet door, get inside, and shut the door behind her for a nights sleep in her own cave.
When we had to have her put to sleep a few years ago after she suffered from cancer, we told ourselves no more dogs because of the pain of her loss. Less than six months later, we wound up with three, pictured below.
Unfortunately, for various reasons I have not drawn in quite awhile and don't know whether I will ever again pick it back up.
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