She was top dog.
She was my dog.
She was forever under my feet and by my side.
She was my protector.
She helped Pol propose marriage to me.
She never took a car ride without throwing up, no matter how short.
She thought the electric fence was of the devil.
She wondered why we got a dog when we brought Mocha home.
She wondered why we got a cat when we brought Liam home.
She loved for someone to scratch her butt.
She loved snow. She smiled the most when she was playing in it.
She always found water on our hikes and always insisted on a quick swim.
She always found manure to roll in if water was unavailable.
She once swam out to the middle of a lake trying to get to me.
She once jumped 8 feet off a deck to chase a squirrel.
She always knew if it was me coming home.
She never got up if it wasn't me.
She never slept on furniture, until I taught her otherwise.
She was Dobby's girlfriend.
She let all kids ride on her back, pull her fur and her tail.
She stole Liam's food out of his hand when he turned his head.
She swallowed a hotdog in one gulp at our wedding rehearsal dinner.
She had blue eyes.
She was a mix of a red-bone hunting dog and a Siberian Husky, or so we were told
She was born Dec 15, 2000. The exact same day Pol and I consider our first "official" date.
She got kicked off a farm for killing chickens.
She was a year and 4 months old when she came to live with Pol.
She was a surprise for Pol. I told him we were getting a dog at the exact moment she arrived.
She gave the best hugs.
She is our best friend.
She died unexpectedly at age 10 1/2 on April 8, 2011.
She is laid to rest behind our garden.
