You’ve all have heard me talk about the family dog, Tuff…alias “Tuffy” or as Ella says, “Duddy.”
Tuff had surgery today to remove a tumor, only to find that it was metastasized cancer. It was only a matter of time…and to save him pain and suffering…he was put to sleep.
Tuff was a Jekyll and Hyde kind of dog. He could be ornery and curious one minute…playful and loving the next. However, he was always sweet with the girls. He was like a cantankerous old man. gruff and snappy with adults, cautious and gentle with the little ones.
He rode thousands of miles in the truck with my father in law. Drinking water out of his own cup in the cup holder and eating fried chicken gizzards. They traveled the roads together, keeping each other company. Usually when you saw one…you saw the other.
We were looking forward to taking him to the beach next week. I was gonna buy him a Speedo and cut a hole out for his tail. Guess Rico will have to wear it now.
He was loved and will be sadly missed.
