Fifteen and a half years with this little guy have left a mark on me that I will never forget. He is the first little dog that we ever had and he stole my heart immediately. His job was to keep Mike moving, but he and I ended up to be the best of walking buddies. He has comforted me through hard times and been by my side in all of our travels. He made friends with lots of people and their pets - had the best of manners and was allowed in homes of family and friends who weren’t really that fond of dogs.
He lived up to the many names that he had through the years; Scruffy, Dude, Frisco, Frisky, Buddy, Frisky-butt, Osama Bin Frisco, Muttley, Dog, etc.
Since the day that he rescued us from Wonder Dog Rescue in San Francisco in 2007, he has been:
🐾 A constant traveling companion
🐾 By my side through thick and thin
🐾 The best friend I could ever have and friend to many others
🐾 Loved me unconditionally
I will miss:
🐾 His sniffing under the bathroom door to check that I am ok
🐾 Being my shadow whenever I left the room
🐾 Sleeping next to my bed
🐾 ’The stare’ to let me know that he needed or wanted something
🐾 Picking the goodies out of his food before eating the kibble
🐾 Making sure that he got a treat after every trip outdoors or a nail trim or ear cleaning
🐾 The endless supply of blonde hairs that marked where he had been
🐾 His messy blonde Mohawk
🐾. His watching over me from corners
🐾 My walking and hiking companion
🐾 His eagerness to be friends with everyone, as long as they weren’t in the Pit Bull family or
were small critters that moved quickly
I have been blessed with fifteen and a half years of his company.
I went to be with Jill and the girls tonight and it helped me to dry the tears for a while. Of course, they are hoping that I get another pet. Charlotte went for a sleepover with her friend Betsy, and I asked what they would be doing at the sleepover and her reply was “the usual sleepover stuff; watch romance movies that are rated PG13, eat lots of junk food, and stay up until midnight”. She posed for a photo with her sullen look and her big girl suitcase that I bought her for their Mexico trip - my 10 year old teenage Granddaughter.