My 150lb American Bulldog mix was always a good dog. He never begged for food. He was always so good, there were times when I wished he would just cut loose, but not Chester.

The holidays were his favorite days of the yeare. He got up early to smell the food in the kitchen. He knew he was getting a special dinner.

One Christmas, we were lathe with the turkey. I took it out of the oven around 8 pm.

I let it rest.

I came back, and there were tiny lines in the skin. I figured he just licked the skin.

He was such a good dog, just a taste was ok for him that night. As usually, he got as much food as he wanted later on.

I miss him so much.