A few weeks ago, right before Thanksgiving, our sweet (crazy) dog died.
He had a silly underbite.
When he was young, he would sit like this and keep begging with his hands like that and it was adorable.
He was always ready to celebrate the holidays with us.
He loved his perch on the couch right here so that he could look out of his windows. (We never did tell him he was a dog. Oops. )
Whenever we took pictures he would always jump right in and be ready for his close-up. (I think he was saying “hey remember, I am one of the kids too.”)
He gave us hilarious memories and he was a big part of our family. (Who knew all of these creaks that a house makes were never coming from him wandering?) He was crazy, but he was our crazy, and I miss him.