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I’ve been a dog lover since I was a kid.  I love dogs, they are fun. Over the last 30 years of my life I (and my family) have been lucky enough to own several amazing, loyal, loving, spoiled dogs.  They alway have a way of making me revert back to my childhood when I used to chase them around the living room, or wrestle them to the ground in the back yard or cuddle up to them when I was sick.  I just plain and simple love owning a dog.  The only part that I truely despise is having to say goodbye.   Sadly, this month I had to say goodbye to one of my friends for the past many years.

I wanted to post this in memory of Prince (a name he was given before he was adopted by my grandfather and then ultimately by my parents).  Although he his name was Prince, he had many nicknames within the family.  Too many to actually list out and explain.  But his most recent, given to him by my 19 month old niece was “Go-Go”.  Even with her very limited vocabulary, she used to call him Go-Go all the time but we didn’t know why.  It wasn’t until we realized that she had pick up on my parents constant encouragement to “go-go-go” outside before he made a mess on the carpet that we realized where he got his new name.

Kind of a dumb story, I know, but it’s going to be one of the last memories I have of that little guy.  Watching my little niece, a fellow dog lover, shouting out for her friend “Go-Go” and watching her face light up and he lumbers into the room huffing and puffing like the old-timer he was.

You were a great dog Prince.  You’re going to missed but you finally get to go be with Grandpa again. Tell him I said hi.