You had to inspect every plastic bag that we brought home. Never knew
when a toy might turn up.
If someone wanted you to get up in the recliner with them, all they had to
do was just get an afghan.
You loved to play ball but usually expected us to go get it the first time.
I think your record was between 50-60 consecutive trips after the ball.
You used to wait behind the door facing when you wanted to try to catch
the ball in the air after it bounced.
What made you lick Joyce’s knees after we went to bed for the evening?
What made you bark in the evening when the TV set was turned off?
What tender feet you had, hated to go outside if the grass was wet.
Would prefer to have been carried which you often were.
Why did you get up on the couch with your ball and then roll on it?
Lately, when we started to play ball, you would chase it once and then
head for the food dish.
When you knew we were headed outside to play, you always had to stop
and get a bite of dog food before going outside.
You had the quietest little ‘woof’ when you weren’t sure if you needed to
bark.
When we took you for obedience training, the instructor said that you were
the first dog who went through the training who walked with their front legs
and sat with their hind legs at the same time during the final walk-thru.
You whined every time you had to travel. Once we took you with us to
get peaches at Stratford and you whined all the way there and back.
You were so strong-willed that your record was only about 75% when it
came to being house-broken.
After the back surgery, you never complained. You just refused to eat a bite
until we brought you home.
We were almost as happy as you were when we brought you home after
the surgery..
You did not seem to understand why you could no longer walk and you
tried anyway.
We loved you so much that we could no longer stand your suffering.
What a sweet licking good-bye that we celebrated! We’ll never forget!!!
We never have and never will love a dog as much as you.
Sweet Mary Lou, We’re Still So In Love With You.
I remember the day we got you. Your first owners brought you out and you were on her shoulders. You loved being close.
That never changed. You started the night next to Dwayne and every morning you were pressed closely against Joyce.
You had to inspect every plastic bag that we brought home. Never knew when a toy might turn up.
If someone wanted you to get up in the recliner with them, all they had to do was nothing – you slept on Joyce’s right, you slept on Dwayne’s left.
You loved to play ball and unlike Mary Lou, you would go get it yourself to get started.
Mary Lou would play with multiple balls. You preferred only one, even when it was all worn out, torn, and ragged.
What made you bark at me if I walked or moved just a little out of the ordinary?
What a duo you made with Mary when howling at the sirens. I just wish you had been able to teach Sammy how to howl.
Who could ever forget your cat-wag whenever Deo came in?
Joyce and I could never get over how you loved to tease Mary Lou whenever new toys would show up. You had your bluff in, I don’t think she ever took one away from you. (Good pit bull imitation.)
When playing tug of war with you and your ball, did you lose interest
and go to sleep and were you just resting?
You were a good traveler and never complained. In fact, you never
complained about anything. If having difficulties, you simply went under the couch.
You suffered a lot with back and bowel problems but you never refused
your medicine (provided it was wrapped in cheese).
Emi, your suffering caused you to leave too soon. You have left a big void.
Thanks for your servant’s heart. You always tried to please. We’ll never forget you and you will be greatly missed!!!
Enjoy chasing those balls with Mary Lou. I know she will be glad to see you.
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