One of Jimmy's favorite look-out spots on his daily walk.

Every few weeks Jimmy and I would visit my parents, John and Edith, in Dallas, North Carolina. This was one of Jimmy’s favorite things to do since my father would take us on some great walks at the local parks and school grounds. When we arrived, Jimmy would immediately start barking at my father to tell him he was ready to go. My father and I, Jimmy, and my father’s two dogs, Sissy and Brownie, would pile into his truck for our excursion. Jimmy would run free on these walks, free again to explore as he had done when he walked on the parkway. One time we even encountered a man riding a horse. The horse was jumping into the air but luckily did not land on the dogs. Jimmy always had the best times on those walks with my father. The last walk we went on, in January 2000, Jimmy got stuck in a briar patch, which I had to get him untangled from. These walks usually lasted well over an hour, and we would often go deep into the woods, far removed from the urban environment in which we lived our daily life. Special times in the woods with the dogs and my dad.