13 years, 8 months.

Dear Jack,

One of our first stops on our family vacation trip to Oregon this summer was when we checked out Thor’s Well in Yachats.

As I stood back and took pictures of you exploring the area, I thought to myself, “What? Where did that dog come from?”

But then I reminded myself: Dogs instinctively see you as one of their own kind.

Later on in the week while visiting the town of Florence, our family took a walk out to the coast after dinner one night. As we reached closer to the water, a dog jumped in to fetch a big stick his owner had just thrown in.

The dog looked up at his owner, but then he saw you. He made the executive decision to run up to you to give you the stick to throw in the water.

I would be amazed, but it makes perfect sense to me.

Your spirit animal is clearly a Labrador Retriever.

Love,

Daddy