Dave and I are very sad to report our little granddawg, Reese, passed away a few days ago. Reese was 14. Adopted as a little fluff-ball from a shelter in Washington, DC, just after Lisa graduated from college, he lived a very long, happy, and travel-filled life. We think he was a Yorkie-Poodle mix. We don't know. We don't care. He was just adorable.


Three photos of Reese in Oregon from 2010:



Then Lisa met Lenny, and soon Reese was the family dog with the addition of Leo.


One funny story about Reese: the dog didn't like people-food. He really didn't even care for food much at all and would usually refuse any treat offered. (After owning a beagle for 15+ years, Dave and I found this behavior so unusual.) Lisa just kept kibble in his bowl and Reese would eat when he was hungry. When Leo started eating food, Reese became a high chair vigilante, parking himself under Leo's tray and catching anything that fell. Reese, who would refuse the most gourmet of beefy dog treats, began to snap-up bits of broccoli, noodles - even watermelon. Though losing his hearing, Reese could hear the tray snap into the high chair from the farthest rooms of the house - even if he was seriously into a deep nap. Reese would be at attention under a toddler in seconds. Did he feel he was helping Lisa keep the house tidy?
Over the past few years, Little Reese began to have many health problems related to age. A few months ago, he stopped barking at the mailman. Dave and I said a very sad goodbye to Reese last week in Los Angeles, and he passed away a few days later. We will miss him very much.

Until my next update, I remain, your sad correspondent.