Cubby could make me laugh. He had learned that if he lifted his metal food bowl and let it fall, he would get a treat. One day while making dinner, he kept clinking his bowl but I was too busy to deal with him. After a few minutes of hearing the clink, I sternly told him to quit. About 4 minutes later, I heard a very mute clink and turned to see his face looking so hopeful. I started to laugh and had to give him a treat for his effort. He had another funny and endearing habit; when I would put down the bathmat, he would curl up and take over the mat. I had to walk carefully around him to get to a towel. He would happily lay there for a nap. When a towel would hit the floor, it was his place to rest.
At his age, he was not a runner except when he knew that there was food in his bowl. One day, he almost knocked me over to get to his food earning him another nickname, Dozer, like a bull dozer. Outside, he would lay in the sun or try to intercept Gimli as he ran by. His best game was slow chase. I would tickle his bum and he would waddle away as fast as he could. After 3 to 4 times, he would lie down and relax.
After having him for 13 months, he got very ill again. Now he was thin, blind and very slow. When we got to the vet, they found that he had cancer all through his body. He died peacefully in my arms, his pain and suffering over.
I remember him as a sweet, loving, goofy dog that hopefully had a great end of life. I do not regret taking him but I wish that he could have been with me for longer. He is very much missed