Around the time I started high school, we took on a foster dog named Louie. He looked a lot like Bandit, a little more schnauzer-ish, though his legs were too long to be a purebred. Like Bandit, we wound up keeping him instead. He was the first or second victim of my first Pentax. This picture was later, when I helped Mom move from Georgia to Oregon. Louie came along for that long, long road trip.
He kept her company while she lived alone there for about a year. Luckily, my parents found each other again out there on the coast, which made Louie pretty happy.
This is one of the last pictures I took of him, before he passed away in early 2016. He had a good, long life.