In Memory of Skippy

skippyMy name was Skippy and I was a Terrier/Schnauzer mix. I was 13 years old and hailed from the great state of Minnesota. I was adopted as a puppy and my buddy there was a boy named Patrick, who shared his bed with me and I followed him everywhere. One day, my mom’s sister Molly and her husband adopted me and I moved to Georgia to live with them in 2006. When I got here I hated cats with a passion and guess what lived with my new parents? Yup…a cat. After a few months we learned to get along and over time we became best friends, often sleeping next to each other and looking out the window together. Don’t get me wrong, I still hated cats, I just didn’t hate this cat.
I loved to chase my toys and not give them back. If mom went to bed, guess who was there too? Yup…me. I hated the UPS truck and went ballistic if the doorbell rang. If you came to my house I would bark at you incessantly, but once I learned you were a friend, I would shower you with lickin’s and follow you everywhere. I loved going for walks and rides in the car. I would bark at people 3 blocks away but my favorite was singing in the car if I heard a siren. I really was a good singer.
If I could list all my favorite foods, we’d be here for a week, but some of my favorites were carrots, fried eggs, grilled zucchini, cherry tomatoes, pizza, Doritos, Cheetos and popcorn. But my favorite was when my dad would make me a salad, complete with tomatoes, carrots, mushrooms, cucumbers and dressing. My parents also grew a garden and they would always give me the first cherry tomato every year. I would sit right next to dad or mom when they picked tomatoes hoping one would fall…and one always did. Imagine that?
Oh well, I had fun and I hope I get to see everyone again sometime. 13 years is a long time in dog years and I enjoyed all of them. I just hope there are tomatoes and carrots where I am going and a good and loud UPS truck I can bark at and chase. Bye, everyone.

Love,
Skip the Dog
2000-3/27/2013

P.S. Mom, if I were there I would lick your tears like I always did when you got sad. Sorry I am not there this time. 