Soren was a great dog.  I haven’t visited David since Soren past away and he will be missed when I do. I remember going for a walk with him when David was living in Fremont and I got lost and Soren helped me get back.  He was a very lovey dog and he was great to hug on.  He was a wonderful support for David.

I remember the first time Soren and I slept together...perhaps I phrased that poorly.

I remember visiting David and Soren in Cali.  Soren was kind enough to share the water bed with me, provided that I kept on my half of the bed, and that I wouldn’t complain about his snoring and dog breath.

Some of my fondest memories are of Soren and my departed German Shepherd Ivy galloping around the river house like the two clowns they really were.  Ivy was a bad influence on Soren, in that she taught him her Houdini-like skills as cage, crate and fence escape in exchange for Soren’s world-class tips on drooling and coating the entire world in a thin candy-like shell of dog spit.

They used to play “stick” together by the river house.  Ivy would use a branch, and Soren would use a cedar tree.  That’s just how he rolled.

He was a good wing-back dog, and is soren-ly missed.