In celebration of Booker, (a.k.a. named after James Booker, an acclaimed piano player from New Orleans); b. 3/2002 – 8/2015..
Booker “lived a rock star life,” spending a portion of the year in New Orleans hanging out with neighborhood “ruffian” dogs, Pappy and Pork Chop at the Maple Leaf Bar where dogs are still welcomed,
and rubbed noses with Powder Cat, at the Carrolton Station Bar.
He enjoyed being a running partner with his mommy, Mary Lou an loved
sneaking cookies with daddy, Al.
Always up for having a fire in the backyard, ate a banana every day, and loved his stir fried vegetables with his daily meals.
He was the best dog in the whole universe. Miss you Booky.
From: Mary Lou Krase