Sebastian very much. At almost 14 years old he was a gentle,
sweet and devoted dog. He loved his celery. Every morning
after breakfast he would look forward to a stalk of celery.
Well, really anytime during the day, given half the chance
he would get into the vegetable bin. If the refrigerator
door was open he would get to his celery. If we offered him
celery he would do what we called his "happy dance," where
he would prance and wiggle. Oh S.B. we miss you. You
brought us such joy and happiness.