Happy/Sad!
So, I’m sad because my best pal for the last 13 years said goodbye yesterday. He was the best of boys. He absolutely didn’t ever chew up the TV remote. Nor was he very late house training costing us new flooring. He didn’t bark at the door so his Dad got up to take him out for a wee, then nick Dad’s spot on the sofa. Not him. He isn’t the reason we have a letter box next to the door and blocked up the mail slot, and never chewed up the post including new DVDs and CDs that were posted through.
He was a strong character who had his work cut out training us up into dog parents. He was almost there, had established that he slept in the bed, ate when he wanted and was entitled to the last bite of the ice cream cone. Going almost blind and deaf meant that occasionally I managed to sneak off to the loo without supervision, so his grip on the household was slipping towards the end. Generally though, he was an excellent boss and we will miss him dearly.
Tell me about your sainted pups? What naughtiness did they never indulge in?