I took him in, bathed him, and gave him a loving home. For the next twelve, almost thirteen years, he gave me companionship, unconditional love, and was as devoted a friend any person could have. He loved those occasions when he "got out" and would run down the driveway of our country home, ears flapping in the breeze behind him. He also loved Christmas and the opportunity to open presents. He considered it his mission in life to protect me from the vacuum cleaner. After a visit to the groomer, he positively preened for the camera.
A failing liver and other issues led to seizures, and Nickie passed away on April 25, 2003.
He wasn't just a puppy or a buddy, he was the one...the only...buppy.
I took him in, bathed him, and gave him a loving home. For the next twelve, almost thirteen years, he gave me companionship, unconditional love, and was as devoted a friend any person could have. He loved those occasions when he "got out" and would run down the driveway of our country home, ears flapping in the breeze behind him. He also loved Christmas and the opportunity to open presents. He considered it his mission in life to protect me from the vacuum cleaner. After a visit to the groomer, he positively preened for the camera.
A failing liver and other issues led to seizures, and Nickie passed away on April 25, 2003.
He wasn't just a puppy or a buddy, he was the one...the only...buppy.