Barney became a foster in his later years due to his owner not being able to care for him any more. I’m sure it was all real confusing for him. Plus, he couldn’t see real well, hear real well, and had bad hips top it off. Barney wasn’t a barker except when he lost you in house. He would let a WOOOOF out that would shake the windows. Ol’ Barn, wasn’t into those “cookie” type treats. Nothing made his tail (and basically his whole back end) wag like crazy more then a piece of carrot. Green Beans were even better. After just six short months, Barney left us. Age caught up to him.

Barney, I’ll bring a carrot with me to the bridge and give a big woof then there will be no mistaking its you.

Love,
Tony and Shellie