Dad was my best friend. I was his devoted Red Heeler. I loved living with him and Mom, and cats and dogs for 11 years. Since Dad died, Mom has to downsize and move. Mom says I’m extraordinary. When I’m told, “Charles-Jay, take care of…” I understand and know what to do. Sissie brought home 3 Husky puppies. Mom told me, “Take care of those pups,” and I did. She said I raised them. Dad once instructed, “Take care of Skyler,” and I wound up saving my Rottie brother from a rattlesnake. I saw it and herded Skyler to the porch. Then I barked my head off until Dad came. I was dubbed a hero, but I was just doing my job. I’ll do the same for you and even come with vet care support for life!