The week before last, our friends Susan and John said goodbye to their sweet dog, Bailey. I was privileged to be a Bailey walker, when Susan and John would be away. I'd call her when I came into the house, "girlfriend, girlfriend!" She'd come to me ready for her walk. I learned to cross the street when others dogs came in view, or I'd be holding on for dear life. She and my dog ignored each other on those walks. She moved at a stately pace, elegant and serene. She was a very sweet dog whose presence is missed. So long "girlfriend!"