My dog died at the age of around 14.5 human years old. I was almost one when we found him abandoned in front of a pet shop in August of 1993. He looked black because he was covered in flees and ticks, which he later became allergic to. We took him inside the pet store and asked them if we could adopt him. the pet store said that he wasn't theirs and thats all I remember being told about it. I remember how he always used to follow my brothers, sister and I around. He would constantly take food out of our hands. He was never clean because we never gave him baths. He always used to run out the front door when ever he could because he was never walked. He was the ultimate hunter and the only thing he wouldn't hunt was flees and ants. We once had a mouse infestation after getting new cabinets for our kitchen and he took care of it single handedly. The mice were gone in two bites and that was it. He always dug out underneath the fences in our back yard and got away so we had to put rocks around the base of them. he was such a friendly dog and always warmed up to people quickly... especially females (if you know what I mean). He always hated baths and you had hold him down while trying to wash him. Then after the bath was done you would towel dry him then open up the bathroom door and he would race down the stairs. Then he would rub his head against the floor while going in circles. Thats all I have time to talk about him for now. I'll come back later and tell more but for now, I wish that he is feeling better where ever he may be.
Good bye Brownie Flag Tiffany
Good bye Brownie Flag Tiffany
