This photo was taken when Scooby was 20. The fry was coming and he was ready. Look at that face, not a grey hair or wrinkle to be found. He clearly understood the secret of life. He didn’t let things bother him; even when they did, they didn’t. He took life in stride and enjoyed every minute. I wish he would have finished the book he was writing, because I think that’s where all the answers are. And one more thing. Even though his teeth may not look great, they really were. They were brushed daily and were in fantastic condition. It’s just that his many years on the street left him with some teeth that didn’t look beautiful. But he was beautiful. Inside and out, he really was. And nine months later, I still miss him like it was yesterday. Thank you for joining me for another French Fry Friday, it means a lot to me to be able to share these special memories with you.