You seasoned our kitchen furniture.
You were a canine economic stimulus package to the shoe and underwear industries.
You learned how to potty outside, but had the canine sense to realize it was optional.
You brought out the pup in Kipper and the soft-side in us.
A belly rub was always in store any time you rolled on your back.
You gave me an excuse to sing and brought me joy on our winter evening walks.
You were the puppy of the house--a dog's Huck Finn.
And even though our carpet's a little cleaner, I miss you, pup.
