Best moment Friday

The best moment on Friday was taking the dogs for a run on the beach.

It's bittersweet: when I'm rounding them up, getting their leashes on, heading out the gate, that's the time Jazz's absence is the most obvious and the most painful for me. But my last great memory of Jazz is running on the beach.

Seeing Oz, who is nearly 10 years old, get excited about going for a walk and then watching Amber lope and play like a puppy is an every day best moment. Okay, he's a little slower than when he was a puppy. He doesn't jump or run or even walk as far. But all us old guys still go to the beach every day.

And that's a best moment for all of us.