Holly was...

	...my friend.

	...the best and smartest dog ever.

	...my travelling companion, always ready to "go".

	...Robert's best friend; Robert was her best friend.

	...never a complainer.

	...a dog with an attitude...she truly thought she 

		was the biggest and baddest dog ever.

	...an attention getter.  Everywhere she went, she drew

		attention. Everyone loved her spiked collar.

	...a dog.  She knew she "should" chase the cats, but

		did nothing when she caught them.

	...a dog.  She knew she should catch small game and

		presented her catches with pride.

	...a protector.  Woe be to he/she who threatened one

		of us, particularly Robert or Stephanie.

	...a lover of peanuts and popcorn. She could hear a

		container being opened or a dropped nut from

		anywhere in the house.

	...a thinker. She would always bat the first offered

		popcorn to the floor, knowing it was too hot 

		to eat.

	...a thinker.  She would move her food or water bowl

		into our pathway when they were empty.

	...a thinker.  Knowing moving her food/water bowl got

		attention, she would kick them while we were 

		eating dinner...just to get Robert to come over.

	...a tease. She would approach you warily with a  chew

		toy, pretending she wanted it all for herself

		but, in reality, moving slightly closer all the

		time so you could grab the toy and play too.

	...a scavenger. She loved for me to cook so she could

		clean up the mess.

	...a lover of "Chuck", the afghan cover on our couch.

		Her day was spent sleeping under "Chuck" waiting

		for Robert to come home.



Holly was taken from us at age 5 1/2...less than 39 people years.

Holly was my friend.  I miss her dearly.