he is built of muscle, runs like the wind, chews and swallows any ball...golf, tennis, baseball, bouncy, you name it, in a matter of minutes, demolished, gone without a trace (until a day later in varying forms), often he bumps into walls with his head, he is afraid of brooms and silly household items, his favorite spot is laying in the sun under the dining table with children wrapped around him, he has a secret calming spot just under his neck that will stop him in his tracks....he is a lover of kisses and hugs, late at night he is like a cat curled up on your lap (a 100 lb cat), his presence does not go unnoticed wherever he goes, he is feared by those unknown, but so so loved by everyone else...
this is the one and only Luke
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