Wednesday, June 3, 2009

Ringo Winston Mocha

The saddest part of having a dog is the part I went through yesterday. I got Ringo as a present for my 16th birthday. (I said I would rather have a dog than a car.  Thanksfully, my dad let me have both) He was 13 years old.  At his peak, he weighed  a whopping 130 pounds.  He was a good dog, except when it thundered. He hated the thunder. And he hated the hair dryer because I scarred him as a puppy when I tried to use it to dry him after a bath.  Oh and he hated bathes too and would run away from them.  But he loved to swim especially in rivers.  He loved to go on trips.  He loved, I mean, LOVED french bread. (That is what he went after when he nipped at my niece and scarred her eyebrow).  He really loved Watermelon and was the only dog that I knew that would eat it off of a fork.  Ringo, buddy you will be missed. We love you! 

3 comments:

A Lawyer Mom's Musings said...

Oh, I'm so sorry for you that he died. Goodbye to your loyal Ringo, and hugs.

sugaryfrogs.blogspot.com said...

Oh man, I am sorry that he died! He sounds like he was such a wonderful dog! How funny that he liked watermelon and french bread. :)

Melissa Joy said...

Molly, I am so sorry for yours and your families loss. I can only imagine how hard it was on Wednesday and these next days to come. What a sweet tribute. :)