I hope the Mod will let this ride,
About 12 years ago me and my wife was given a puppy we named Smokey. We had found out we couldn't have kids and so well he was our baby.
We basically lived in my 18 wheel truck traveling all over the nation.
Smokey even as a pup loved to ride, when we got him he could fit in my shirt pocket.
I was afraid that he would get under my my air ride seat and get hurt so I would put a pillow up between me and my door and Smokey would sit up in my arms and ride hundreds of miles like that.
He loved to be part of everything that me and his mommy was doing. When we went Rock Hounding Smokey would dig and carry rocks to us.
When I went Kayaking he would sit on the nose of the Kayak and watch nature, I have a picture of him stretching out nose first nose to nose with a deer.
when I wood turned on my lathe he would roll in the shavings.
He loved to play in the snow and loved to give kisses.
He knew when mommy or daddy was sad, and instead of jumping on top of us would crawl up in our lap and just lay there waiting for us to feel better.
Smokey was much more than a pet, he was our baby boy, part of our family and my my best friend. He passed of pneumonia yesterday
About 12 years ago me and my wife was given a puppy we named Smokey. We had found out we couldn't have kids and so well he was our baby.
We basically lived in my 18 wheel truck traveling all over the nation.
Smokey even as a pup loved to ride, when we got him he could fit in my shirt pocket.
I was afraid that he would get under my my air ride seat and get hurt so I would put a pillow up between me and my door and Smokey would sit up in my arms and ride hundreds of miles like that.
He loved to be part of everything that me and his mommy was doing. When we went Rock Hounding Smokey would dig and carry rocks to us.
When I went Kayaking he would sit on the nose of the Kayak and watch nature, I have a picture of him stretching out nose first nose to nose with a deer.
when I wood turned on my lathe he would roll in the shavings.
He loved to play in the snow and loved to give kisses.
He knew when mommy or daddy was sad, and instead of jumping on top of us would crawl up in our lap and just lay there waiting for us to feel better.
Smokey was much more than a pet, he was our baby boy, part of our family and my my best friend. He passed of pneumonia yesterday
