On a golden October afternoon, Jonesy poses for my camera. He was two years old at the time and so good looking that many people asked me what breed he was. He was a mix, of course! Jonesy had deep stamina and was a great companion but was never a cuddle dog which was at times difficult for me to understand and accept. We were inseparable and did everything together. I miss him deeply. He changed my dad from an intense non-dog person to the dog-man of the neighborhood. But that’s a story for another time.