We said goodbye to Truman yesterday. He has been a part of our family for 11 years. We got him when he was just 5 1/2 weeks old. He was the cutest little puppy.

He had so many funny little quirks. He would take his dog biscuits and hide them. Then bark at them until someone came to find them and gave them to him again. He did this every day. And every day, there I would be on my hands and knees scratching through the back of the closet, or under the bed, or in a corner under a rug to find his “cookies”.
He also like to play a silly game that we called “Where’s Truman” where he would get up on the bed and bark until you came in to see him. Then we would throw the blanket over his face and say, Where’s Truman? This could go on for several minutes until he was satisfied that he had gotten enough attention.
I know Truman had a great life. We were good to him. But we got so much in return from him. Even with his quirkiness he was a great dog. He was the life of the party. He loved everyone he met and had a great disposition.

He was our handsome boy and we miss him already.

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