June 9, 1994 – November 20, 2004
Brody was the family dog, the ever present door stop, guardian of the house, and giant hug. He was very effective as a therapy dog for adolescents and once had the distinction of welcoming home a group of Outward Bound students – he immediately adopted those whose parents did not show up to celebrate their achievement.  Whenever I lectured to a group of  young students, educators and parents, Brody would seek out an adolescent  in the audience  and lie across his/her feet for the duration. Goood boy, Brody.