HEY JOE, RIP Joe and I had a great run after I busted him out of the dog pound twelve years ago. We chased plants and beers across thirty five states together. Everyone loved this happy, laid back guy. Cheers, my brother, we miss you.

RES, The new dude. Fortuitous dharma arrived last winter when I found this starving puppy abandoned in the Navajo Indian reservation. Crawling out from a bush in the snow covered desert near death. He just needed someone to believe in him. Magic exists.