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Today would have been Beethoven's 16th Birthday. He was the only dog we knew the exact DOB for since we got him from an individual who was able to give us that information (on a nice little index card).
This is the last picture I have of him (I think my dad may have some later images). He's all snug in his bed; while visions of Beggin' Strips danced in his head.
One of my brothers got him used to a blanket. He noticed Beethoven shivering one evening and covered him with a blanket (really, the covering to a secondary doggie bed). After that, Beethoven never wanted to go to bed without a blanket, even if he just ended up kicking it off because it was too hot.
Here's another picture I took of him by the Christmas tree waiting for Santa to bring him a treat, because he had been such a good boy!
Happy Birthay, Beethoven. We miss you.
Cheers!