He was such bright little gentleman.
Always taking my side, whenever " I had an argument " with my other dog -argument over him making a mess in the house, or questioning who was eating all the chocolates witch was left on the coffee table?
I always knew from his reaction who was quilty of the "crime", and it's never been him.
He was always helping me in the argument, being very vocal.
So many stories about him being so smart, I could talk about him forever.
Happened twice in his lifetime, I haven't noticed his water bowl was empty.
First time he started to trough his bowl around the kitchen, making such a noise, I couldn't have missed.
Second time he simply picked up the bowl, and put it right in front of me!
Walking never was long enough.
After an hour or longer, he still wanted to go on and on.
Arriving back to the car, he started to circle around, telling me not wanting to go home yet.
Could tell you a lot more stories, but I might bore you all with things that very important details to me, but not to you.
He died in my arms nearly 8 years ago, still one of the saddest day of my life.
Love you my little buddy, and will never forget you...
