|Death: ||Jun. 25, 2009|
We found Tough Guy on the street thinking he belonged to the man down the street but he didn't. We tried to find his owner but no one ever came forward so he was ours. I always say we didn't pick Tough Guy he picked us. Touch Guy weren't as close as he and my mother. If Pickle was mine then Tough Guy was her's. He loves all manner of toys. In his youth he loved to play with his basketball. I wish I had a picture of that. This little Doxie on his back legs pushing a basketball around the house. I think Pickle was the love of his life so when she died he sort of checked out. He was only about a year younger so when he past he was around 15 or 16. I loved that Doxie very much and miss him everyday. Rest in peace my little hot dog. On a side note my boy died the day Micheal Jackson died, he was always one to make a grand entrance and his death was no exception.
Cremated, Ashes given to family or friend.
Created by: PaulineNozerosBabyGirl
Record added: Sep 14, 2009
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