Chewbacca

My dog just died today (16/6/10).

Named after the ugly hairy wookiee beast on star wars because that's exactly what he looked like. We got him in 1996. An apricot coloured shihtzu. I remember we chose him because when they let him out he just ran around the pet store, completely ignored us and jumped into the toy bin. He was so naughty, always doing his own thing, always expecting US to crawl to him for cuddles. It's not that he didn't like cuddles, I think he was just lazy. He would just sit in front of us rolling around, stretching out and looking so cute until we would give in and go to him.

Dad let him get away with so much, when caught out being straight out naughty he would roll onto his back and stick all four paws up in the air. This worked everytime with my dad, but not with me. I tried to unsuccessfully discipline him with various forms of punishment, from smacking, yelling, stomping my feet to trying to reason with him (this one never worked). You name it, I tried it but he was still so naughty. Finally it was dishing out 'timeout' that was most effective. He hated sitting in a corner and would try all he could to get out of it (sneak off, look extremely cute etc) which would work if dad was giving him the time out. But it never worked with me.

He was such a chilled out dog, not a care in the world. When other dogs were around he'd be like 'whatever'. He'd rather hang with us then other dogs (probably because he knew we could give him food). But nonetheless he was so cool.
But now my beautiful, gorgeous and full of character pup has left our family. Thanks Chewii for all the joy and laughter you bought to us, we were lucky we had you for 14 years.