My husband's father brought home a little puppy. A neighbor of their uncle was giving them away after their purebreed Norwegian Elkhound became pregnant by a shepherd mix.
When he was a puppy, he kind of turned sideways and bounced and my husband's mother said, "it looks like he is skipping." That is how he got his name.
He loved to go on car rides and if anyone even used the word "go" in a sentence, he would jump up and dance and prance around because he thought he was going for a car ride.
There was one incident where both doors to the back seat area were opened at the same time. We were about to return home after visiting our grandparents. We called for Skip to come and get into the car. He became so excited and ran with such force that when he went in one door, he slid across the vinyl seat and went right out the other door!
Once, when my hubby's mom said she had to go to the grocery store, he picked up the car keys from off the coffee table, walked to the door, dropped them on the floor and then whined in such a way that it sounded like he said, "I go."
It got to the point that no one could say the word, instead they had to spell "go" if Skip was anywhere around.
He loved Mary Jane candy after someone softened it up for him. That was his special treat.
He would also give a great back scratch. If you said, "Skip, scratch my back," he would nip and nip all over your back and never once hurt you in any way.
He had a very thick coat of fur and found a unique way to cool himself off. He would lay completely flat on his stomach with his back legs splayed out on the cool tile floor. We called this "laying in his fancy."
One day, my hubby's mom heard Skip heave a big sigh. He had passed away laying in his fancy on the tile floor in the foyer.
Since we lived in the suburbs of Washington, DC, we rented some land in WV in order to plant a very large vegetable garden. Skip used to love going with us to the garden. He would disappear for about an hour and come back soaking wet. He had made his way down to the Shenandoah River for a swim.
Skip was buried at the garden, laid in his fancy.
When he was a puppy, he kind of turned sideways and bounced and my husband's mother said, "it looks like he is skipping." That is how he got his name.
He loved to go on car rides and if anyone even used the word "go" in a sentence, he would jump up and dance and prance around because he thought he was going for a car ride.
There was one incident where both doors to the back seat area were opened at the same time. We were about to return home after visiting our grandparents. We called for Skip to come and get into the car. He became so excited and ran with such force that when he went in one door, he slid across the vinyl seat and went right out the other door!
Once, when my hubby's mom said she had to go to the grocery store, he picked up the car keys from off the coffee table, walked to the door, dropped them on the floor and then whined in such a way that it sounded like he said, "I go."
It got to the point that no one could say the word, instead they had to spell "go" if Skip was anywhere around.
He loved Mary Jane candy after someone softened it up for him. That was his special treat.
He would also give a great back scratch. If you said, "Skip, scratch my back," he would nip and nip all over your back and never once hurt you in any way.
He had a very thick coat of fur and found a unique way to cool himself off. He would lay completely flat on his stomach with his back legs splayed out on the cool tile floor. We called this "laying in his fancy."
One day, my hubby's mom heard Skip heave a big sigh. He had passed away laying in his fancy on the tile floor in the foyer.
Since we lived in the suburbs of Washington, DC, we rented some land in WV in order to plant a very large vegetable garden. Skip used to love going with us to the garden. He would disappear for about an hour and come back soaking wet. He had made his way down to the Shenandoah River for a swim.
Skip was buried at the garden, laid in his fancy.
My husband's father brought home a little puppy. A neighbor of their uncle was giving them away after their purebreed Norwegian Elkhound became pregnant by a shepherd mix.
When he was a puppy, he kind of turned sideways and bounced and my husband's mother said, "it looks like he is skipping." That is how he got his name.
He loved to go on car rides and if anyone even used the word "go" in a sentence, he would jump up and dance and prance around because he thought he was going for a car ride.
There was one incident where both doors to the back seat area were opened at the same time. We were about to return home after visiting our grandparents. We called for Skip to come and get into the car. He became so excited and ran with such force that when he went in one door, he slid across the vinyl seat and went right out the other door!
Once, when my hubby's mom said she had to go to the grocery store, he picked up the car keys from off the coffee table, walked to the door, dropped them on the floor and then whined in such a way that it sounded like he said, "I go."
It got to the point that no one could say the word, instead they had to spell "go" if Skip was anywhere around.
He loved Mary Jane candy after someone softened it up for him. That was his special treat.
He would also give a great back scratch. If you said, "Skip, scratch my back," he would nip and nip all over your back and never once hurt you in any way.
He had a very thick coat of fur and found a unique way to cool himself off. He would lay completely flat on his stomach with his back legs splayed out on the cool tile floor. We called this "laying in his fancy."
One day, my hubby's mom heard Skip heave a big sigh. He had passed away laying in his fancy on the tile floor in the foyer.
Since we lived in the suburbs of Washington, DC, we rented some land in WV in order to plant a very large vegetable garden. Skip used to love going with us to the garden. He would disappear for about an hour and come back soaking wet. He had made his way down to the Shenandoah River for a swim.
Skip was buried at the garden, laid in his fancy.
When he was a puppy, he kind of turned sideways and bounced and my husband's mother said, "it looks like he is skipping." That is how he got his name.
He loved to go on car rides and if anyone even used the word "go" in a sentence, he would jump up and dance and prance around because he thought he was going for a car ride.
There was one incident where both doors to the back seat area were opened at the same time. We were about to return home after visiting our grandparents. We called for Skip to come and get into the car. He became so excited and ran with such force that when he went in one door, he slid across the vinyl seat and went right out the other door!
Once, when my hubby's mom said she had to go to the grocery store, he picked up the car keys from off the coffee table, walked to the door, dropped them on the floor and then whined in such a way that it sounded like he said, "I go."
It got to the point that no one could say the word, instead they had to spell "go" if Skip was anywhere around.
He loved Mary Jane candy after someone softened it up for him. That was his special treat.
He would also give a great back scratch. If you said, "Skip, scratch my back," he would nip and nip all over your back and never once hurt you in any way.
He had a very thick coat of fur and found a unique way to cool himself off. He would lay completely flat on his stomach with his back legs splayed out on the cool tile floor. We called this "laying in his fancy."
One day, my hubby's mom heard Skip heave a big sigh. He had passed away laying in his fancy on the tile floor in the foyer.
Since we lived in the suburbs of Washington, DC, we rented some land in WV in order to plant a very large vegetable garden. Skip used to love going with us to the garden. He would disappear for about an hour and come back soaking wet. He had made his way down to the Shenandoah River for a swim.
Skip was buried at the garden, laid in his fancy.
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