David's last day

David the dog walker has been Larsen's confederate for about five-and-a-half years, or since Larsen was 6-months old.  David's job is to hang with Larsen, especially when we are out of town.  David's been totally trustworthy and a friend as well.  He leaves for the Texas plains, and his girlfriend, Tina, who we also have gotten to know.

David readily acknowledges that he plays only the "good cop," providing maybe a few too many treats and no discipline.  David also readily admits to marching to his own drum, and he long ago recognized a kindred spirit in Larsen.

The usual gambit when I'm at home is that Larsen gets a parting treat from David after his morning outing and then races upstairs to my office where I have a treat waiting for him as well.  I think Larsen has us pegged for simpletons, each one not knowing that the other has already given him a treat.  Smart boy.  There is no doubt that Larsen will miss his partner and friend.

David gets a kiss from his pal Larsen.

    Larsen will miss David, to be sure, but he'll also miss David's generosity.