Remington was 12 when he crossed the Rainbow Bridge. I’m hopeful that he is now romping in fields that stretch for miles while he chases squirrels and eats lots of dog treats. He was one of the most unique dogs that I have had in my life. While he’ll never know the life of sailing, he loved the mountains, running in fields finding porcupines, and snuggling up by the fire in the winter. There’s a lot of great stories that I will likely write about in the coming months…but for today, I’m going to share some of my favorite pictures of him.
The Great Wander 