They grew up together and were best friends. They were the friendliest dogs and loved every body. Even in the summers when we went to the plantation down on the river, Cane and Abel loved it, they would run and play and even got along with the share croppers that worked our fields. The dogs loved it there, they got to play in the woods; chasing squirrels and hunting ducks with my father and his friends and accepting bits of “cracklins’ from the share croppers.