The Snoochie Poochie

Maddie lost her short fight with cancer this morning, we are very sad but have been talking about our favorite memories of the Snooch.  Here are a few:

• Maddie stayed with us in DC (dubbed Snooch in the City).  I went to Doreen's bachelorette party and Jeff and the Snooch hung out at the 18th St apartment.  Jeff came to pick me up late night, taking the Snooch out onto the streets of Adams Morgan where her jaw opened like a bulldozer and scooped up Jumbo Slice pizza as they walked to the car.  She loved pizza and Adams Morgan was crust heaven.
• When I was in college, I came home a weekend to visit the family while I was sick.  I layed on the couch, where Maddie was not allowed, but she jumped up and layed on the couch with her head in my lap.  She always knew when you didn't feel well.
• You could always tell when Maddie got in the trash.  You would come home and she would barely greet you.  You wouldn't think much of it until you came into the kitchen with the trash bag contents all over the floor.  Maddie only wanted to please people, unless it came to the garbage.  And then she didn't give a fuck.
• When we would eat dinner on the deck, we would sometimes throw scraps into the woods.  Maddie would wait until we weren't looking and then run into the woods and eat corn cobs, chicken bones, etc.  Maddie loved food.
• The Snooch would beg Jeff for treats anytime he came into the house.  We determined Jeff is going to be the sucker Dad and I'm going to be mean Mom.  Jeff loved when she would howl for treats and throw her head back so her ears would stand straight up.
• The Snoochie slept with Jeff and I while we lived at the LoBalbo house from May to July.  Jeff would get up during thunder storms to make sure she was ok and would pet her for hours until she felt better.  I may be the sucker, but at least we know he'll pull late night duty.  hahaha, duty.

She was just a good dog, and we will all miss her very much.  I hope it's a really long time until I hear my Mom crying on the phone again because that's almost harder than the news you get from her.

In honor of the Snooch, we're asking for everyone have one ham and egg for yourself, and another on the ground in honor of our fallen homie.  RIP Snoochie Poochie.

cue: bone thugs n' harmony (or kibbles n bits theme song)