Wilbur was my Grandson. He was an adorable Basset Hound puppy when he entered mine and my daughter’s life. He first enjoyed city life living in Manhattan, takng in theatre, fine dining, and even running for Mayor. Then he moved to suburbia where he enjoyed golf, tennis, and life at the Country Club! When Wilbur turned 13, he was “Bark” Mitzvah’d!!! With all the money he received for this event, he was able to go to Harvard where he majored in Fine Arts. Wilbur was in my opinion why God spelled backwards id Dog! The embodiment of love, non-prejudice, and non-judgement. Hate was not in his vocabulary or concept. He is missed terribly by his Grandpa, and his entire family. We love you Wilbur!!! XOXOXOXO!!!