Skippy came into our family as a puppy,lived a long life and brought untold happiness to the family. He was a mixed breed of questionable origin. A happy dog with a perpetual wagging tail.
He loved "people food". At dinner time, when our family of seven were seated around the dining room table, Skippy would quietly make his rounds under the table. He'd place his little chin on your knee and wait patiently for a tidbit or two. He spent most of the time with one member of the family because she was a finicky eater and he was assured a good portion of her dinner.
He loved Indian nuts, tiny hard shelled nuts about the size of a small pea. He'd manage to remove the shell and eat the nutmeat, and we wondered how he could do it.
He loved ice cream and would be as excited as we were when he heard the ice cream truck round the corner. We all shared our ice cream with him.
At Christmas he was as excited as we were opening our gifts.
He'd run from one person to another as gifts were opened, his tail wagging as he watched the colorful paper and ribbon being removed and a gift emerge. He enjoyed watching the electric trains as they went around our Christmas tree.
He loved playing hide-and-seek.
He was a house dog, but sometimes managed to slip through the door when it was open. He'd be away for almost the entire day, and when he returned home he was covered in black muck and we knew he had spent the day in the nearby swamp.
He died of congestive heart failure.
He loved "people food". At dinner time, when our family of seven were seated around the dining room table, Skippy would quietly make his rounds under the table. He'd place his little chin on your knee and wait patiently for a tidbit or two. He spent most of the time with one member of the family because she was a finicky eater and he was assured a good portion of her dinner.
He loved Indian nuts, tiny hard shelled nuts about the size of a small pea. He'd manage to remove the shell and eat the nutmeat, and we wondered how he could do it.
He loved ice cream and would be as excited as we were when he heard the ice cream truck round the corner. We all shared our ice cream with him.
At Christmas he was as excited as we were opening our gifts.
He'd run from one person to another as gifts were opened, his tail wagging as he watched the colorful paper and ribbon being removed and a gift emerge. He enjoyed watching the electric trains as they went around our Christmas tree.
He loved playing hide-and-seek.
He was a house dog, but sometimes managed to slip through the door when it was open. He'd be away for almost the entire day, and when he returned home he was covered in black muck and we knew he had spent the day in the nearby swamp.
He died of congestive heart failure.
Skippy came into our family as a puppy,lived a long life and brought untold happiness to the family. He was a mixed breed of questionable origin. A happy dog with a perpetual wagging tail.
He loved "people food". At dinner time, when our family of seven were seated around the dining room table, Skippy would quietly make his rounds under the table. He'd place his little chin on your knee and wait patiently for a tidbit or two. He spent most of the time with one member of the family because she was a finicky eater and he was assured a good portion of her dinner.
He loved Indian nuts, tiny hard shelled nuts about the size of a small pea. He'd manage to remove the shell and eat the nutmeat, and we wondered how he could do it.
He loved ice cream and would be as excited as we were when he heard the ice cream truck round the corner. We all shared our ice cream with him.
At Christmas he was as excited as we were opening our gifts.
He'd run from one person to another as gifts were opened, his tail wagging as he watched the colorful paper and ribbon being removed and a gift emerge. He enjoyed watching the electric trains as they went around our Christmas tree.
He loved playing hide-and-seek.
He was a house dog, but sometimes managed to slip through the door when it was open. He'd be away for almost the entire day, and when he returned home he was covered in black muck and we knew he had spent the day in the nearby swamp.
He died of congestive heart failure.
He loved "people food". At dinner time, when our family of seven were seated around the dining room table, Skippy would quietly make his rounds under the table. He'd place his little chin on your knee and wait patiently for a tidbit or two. He spent most of the time with one member of the family because she was a finicky eater and he was assured a good portion of her dinner.
He loved Indian nuts, tiny hard shelled nuts about the size of a small pea. He'd manage to remove the shell and eat the nutmeat, and we wondered how he could do it.
He loved ice cream and would be as excited as we were when he heard the ice cream truck round the corner. We all shared our ice cream with him.
At Christmas he was as excited as we were opening our gifts.
He'd run from one person to another as gifts were opened, his tail wagging as he watched the colorful paper and ribbon being removed and a gift emerge. He enjoyed watching the electric trains as they went around our Christmas tree.
He loved playing hide-and-seek.
He was a house dog, but sometimes managed to slip through the door when it was open. He'd be away for almost the entire day, and when he returned home he was covered in black muck and we knew he had spent the day in the nearby swamp.
He died of congestive heart failure.
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