Apparently he was a bit opinionated. Dad once told him to only bark at the "ugly people" when he took Wupper out for a drive. Well, he barked a lot.
He liked to chase balls and flying disks at one time. In fact, one of the toughest things my dad had to do was to paint over the "blue" marks on our white walls from the racquet balls that my dad used to throw from one room to the other in our old house before we moved this summer.
Okay, toss it again...
Mom and dad miss you and your brother Max.
