I thought that friendship was deeper. Maybe it was…just deeper for me.

What happens when local inmates and man’s best friend work together?

“So this year I took a page from the playbook of my past…”

What could I possibly say that hasn’t been said before? Except this…

Traditions. They are passed from generation to generation.

…Each year was just a little different

Winner by a nose.

One day…

Then all too soon and all to fast I knew it’d never last.

Don’t look back, but forward with anticipation and hope.