Otis was our very first dog as “grown-ups.” He came from Neuse River Golden Retriever Rescue, and had been tied to a clothesline for years before being rescued. Otis was patient with us while we learned how to be good humans. Otis went almost everywhere with us – he loved to go canoeing, backpacking, car riding, and trips to Grand Dog Momma Jane and Daddy Dave’s house. He visited 12 state high points and Canada. He was an expert trail runner, muskrat hunter, water lover, poop roller, and squeaky toy destroyer. He helped us pick out our mountain property – declaring it The One by gleefully swimming in the creek in 18 degrees cold.