He loved rubbies and scratchies, especially behind his ears.
He really enjoyed tearing the stuffing out of little stuffed animals.
He really didn't like it if you messed with either his toes or his tail.
He thought that laps were invented for his sole enjoyment.
He loved bacon grease.
He loved playing with his ropes, hanging off the end while you swung him around and around.
If you gave him a whole peanut, he would nibble it very daintily, then spit out the shell and eat the peanut.
He sang with us every time we played the fiddle.
He loved laying in front of both the pellet stove and the oil heater.
He used to bury his bones in the dirty laundry pile.
His mortal enemy was the vacuum cleaner.
He loved sunshine.
When he was younger, he loved going for rides in the truck.
He used to follow us around the house all day, just to be near us.
He used to really like sleeping under the covers.
He hated having his nails trimmed.
We never had trouble finding a dog-sitter.
He would take 20 minutes to go 100 yards on his walks...everything required a sniff or a lick.
He loved chewing on wood...sticks, twigs, logs, trees...he loved 'em all.
Besides the peanut trick, the only other trick he knew was "Sit".
He didn't like porcupines...or cats, or other dogs...or other animals in general.
He once bit a horse when he was little.
He never liked the rain.
He enjoyed stalking and attacking our feet.
He left a hole in us that won't be filled.
He's not in pain anymore.
He is still loved, still remembered, and still celebrated.
Tramp, aka The Pooper.
October 1992 - February 2009