Ivan wasn't our dog, but we loved him like he was. Over the years, he'd been a neighbor, a pal, and a gracious party host. He was 16 and a half, so I guess it was his time, but still...it's hard to believe he's gone. We're grieving along with Ivan's human parents, Kerri and Dave. Ivan, we all love you and we'll miss you, little buddy. Here are some things I'll always remember.
5. There was a coffee table at Ivan's house that was the perfect height for him to walk under. He'd walk back and forth under there, using the underside of the table as a back scratcher, making happy little noises as he did so. Very resourceful! :)
4. Ivan was a small dog, but he was muscular and had a low center of gravity. Sometimes I would take him for a "walk," which consisted of him yanking the leash and pulling my wheelchair like a chariot horse. He was so strong!
3. He had such an air of confidence. He lived with big dogs, and ran with the big dogs. He lived with cats, and tolerated them with dignity. What an unflappable little guy he was. Except when it came to...
2. ...his irrational fear of all toys with faces! Stuffed animals, wind-up robots...he hated them with a vengeance and made it his personal mission to bark them into submission and/or "kill" them, much to the entertainment of all humans watching.
1. That FACE! I mean, really, come on...how cute was Ivan? Those shiny eyes and little black nose on scruffy white face? Heart-meltingly cute. I'll always remember his adorable self, tail wagging, ready to snuggle or play--a friend to all.