This Dog....

This dog could really fly......

He was born into border collie royalty. A descendant of Sage brush Roy of the Wind River Range in Wild Wild Wyoming. He was breed to be a cattle dog. Roaming the range..... rounding up horses, sheep, goats, cows..... When given the opportunity - with no training - he knew exactly what he was breed to do. Yet, somehow he realized his true love at a very young age...... frisbees and tennis balls and an occasional stick of butter.

This dog nearly chewed us out of house and home in his first year of life..... but we loved him anyway. This dog was the reason we bought our first house with a BIG backyard for him to run. This dog was the reason we got our first cat, to keep him company. This dog was the reason we got our second dog.... to keep him company. :) This dog was the reason we got our second house.... with an even bigger backyard for our growing family and entourage of animals. This dog was the reason we traveled hundreds of miles around Texas to compete in flyball tournaments. This dog was the reason I honed in on my mothering skills before we had children. This dog was so wickedly smart, he figured out how to survive a few pounds of chocolate bingeing ... This dog is the reason we spent hundreds of dollars in vet bills, after swallowing stinky socks. This dog is the reason my heart grew two sizes the day we met. This dog will forever be the reason there is an empty spot in my heart that only his memory can fill. He will be sorely missed and never forgotten.

Rest in peace, Enzo. May you always be surrounded by bright yellow "new smell" tennis balls, room temperature sticks of butter and a few stinky socks in heaven.

your family,
maqi