Cheeky boy...

Our four legged friend Bruno (Broonie) died almost 2 weeks ago.
It was an accident.
One of our visitors left the side gate open, and Broonie, ever the inquisitve dog, decided to
go for a roam and was hit by a car.
A lovely person stopped after seeing the other car leave the scene, and picked him up
and took him to the vet hospital.
They contacted us and by the time we arrived, he was almost gone.
Now, I have to say that this doggy was a pain in the butt!
He made it hell to hang out washing on the clothes line, and many times I cursed him because I would
have to repair something that he chewed on.
No matter how many toys I bought him, they usually lasted all of five minutes, and I would
find pieces of that toy all over the backyard.
Hoses. Ha!
His particular chew toy of choice.
Everything and anything that wasn't nailed down was his to do with as he pleased.
(actually even some things supposedly nailed down)
But, despite all of that stuff, he is now missed.
His cheeky face.
His tongue all over you.
His big eyes that sorta said "who me?".
I still expect to see him when I look outside...

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