Meathead

Dog's Story
Our Beloved Meathead. He came to us as a rescue, his original parents bred pug dogs and they just didn't mix. He was the world's best dog. Honestly. He loved the lake. He was a Superstar there, and everywhere else he went. Girls in bikini's would flock to him, he'd soak up the attention and then saunter away. He'd made them happy, then needed to rest. He knew Saturday was "boat" day. He'd sit patiently in the driveway as we loaded coolers. We'd get about a half a mile from the lake and he'd come alive, he could smell it, nose to the air..."we're here!" Once arrived, out he'd jump. Up the ramp, and he'd go directly to our dock and sit, waiting as we uncovered the boat. All aboard! Never swam, we tried it once with a lifejacket, he just didn't care for the water, should only be served in his bowl. Loved his sunshine though. He'd "tan" for a while, then head for the shade of the canopy and his favorite treat...a chicken McNugget. He was a good ol' soul and gave so much. He lived to 13, passed on St. Patricks day 2014. We miss you boy. Love you still.