remembering mack

Mack was our official family dog. We got Mack when we lived in Washington, and I remember going to pick him up and looking at what his grandfather looked like.... and thinking this is going to be one long hairy hot-dog. Sure enough Mack filled into his big paws, and soon they became much smaller than his body! I remember Christi and I taking the yard stick to his body and from nose tail he was a yard long (that's 3 feet people just in case its been awhile). 

There are so many great memories that I'll remember with him being apart of our family. Even the ones that made me mad... such as: always picking my room to pee in, farting in the van, and of course the freak out when I was the babysitter while Patti and Pop went to Africa...none of these were funny Mack, but they just made me smile remembering them. 

I sat and hugged Biscotti for an hour last night, and thought about what my Pop had told me this past week.

"They are your best friend. They always want to be with you, make you happy, and you just want give them the best life you can. That's all you can do. So, instead of being sad thinking about how many years you'll have with them. Enjoy them."

I'm to miss you Mackster!

Well on Halloween 2005 we celebrated Mack being a dachshund and dressed him up as a hotdog. Mack was so upset and embarrassed that he wouldn't even look at me.