In June of 2000, Hoover - at the Grand Old Golden age of 14 - passed over. One morning he laid down to rest and he got up just once after that. His hips were toast and I had to let him go. I'm still mourning him and my friends have referred to me more than once a s the Dog Widow. He was the best dog I've ever met. Sweet. Loving. Devoted. Protective. Kind-hearted. Funny. He was an incredibly funny dog and I will love him forever and ever.

Old photos of The Hoove . . .




Sometimes the neighborhood cats beat him up.


We keep him clipped when he's down south since he's in the water so much.