He was run over by a car.
Joe and I found him, less than 10 minutes after he was out of our sight, we found him in the middle of the road.
No one even stopped for him.
He had a collar and a leash on.
I miss that little guy.
Part Jack Russell- he had the energy of about 10.
Part Dachshund- He loved like on.
And way wired haired- he was quirky like one.
WAY too much cuteness to have died like that. And so young.
He fell asleep in awkward places.
He was always happy to see you. Anyone. He loved people.
He ate too much.
He didn't care how small he was.
He acted like a mountain dog.
He craved adventure.
He had this thing for squeaky toys.
He would visit me in the bath tub- just to see what I was up to.
And every morning I woke up with him curled up next to me.
I sure do miss him.
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