When I would come home from work, on nice days he would be laying on the front porch waiting for me. He would run up and bark with so much excitement, that no matter what kind of day I had he put a smile on my face.

I miss Smoki meeting me when I come home.

When I would be sitting on the couch and he wanted to play sock. He would bring his sock over and drop it in front of him and sit and stare at me. I knew he was asking" Dad, will you play sock with me".

I miss playing sock with my little friend.

He never begged at the table. He would sit patently on the floor next to me and gently touch my leg with his chin just to remind me he was there. Smoki and I shared many meals together.

I miss his gentle touches.

Before going outside I would tell Smoki "get your ball". He would run all over the house, check under the bed, upstairs and his toy box for just the one ball he wanted to play with. I would throw the ball and he would run after it, pick it with his moth and then drop it and just stand near it. I kind of figured Smoki just never learned how to retrieve a ball.
Then again, maybe Smoki knew I needed the exercise more then he did.

I miss playing ball with Smoki.

Smoki loved to go for a ride in the car. We would ride down the road as I held Smoki with my left arm while he looked out the window. Every once in a while he would turn his head and give me a kiss. I like to believe he was saying "thanks for taking me for a ride". We traveled many happy miles together.

I miss my pal riding with me.

Smoki loved to play treat games like hide the weenie and treat in a bag. When we played hide the weenie,(hotdog) sometimes we would catch him looking around the corner to see when I was hiding the treats. He would sit patiently waiting for the "OK". Then he would be off, sniffing around the living room looking to find his hidden treats.

I miss playing games with my buddy.

There were times when Smoki got his back side dirty from doing his business. He always knew when there was a problem. He would walk slowly up to me then between my legs. I would lift his tail, if he was clean; I would say, get out of here and he would take off running. If there was a problem, I would say "oh oh" and pick him up and give him a fanny bath. He always liked to be clean.

I miss giving Smoki fanny baths.

When I get home after work, I would give Judy a kiss then tell Smoki " lets go get the mail". We always went together to get the mail. Many times I would race him back to the house. He always won because he's a super dog.

I miss having Smoki by my side when I get mail.

When he had to go out at night, he always had a way of waking me up. He would make a smacking noise with his mouth. I would always wake up when I heard that sound.

I miss Smoki waking me at night.

When I would hold Smoki, I would sing Smoki dog songs to him or count his footsie' or tell him how pretty he was.

I miss holding Smoki.

Every time he gave me a kiss, I would say "thank you for the super kiss". He received thousands of thank you' from me.

I miss saying "thank you for the super kiss".

Smoki was always by my side around the house. If I was in the garage, out in the yard or in the basement, Smoki was always there.

I miss looking down and not seeing Smoki being by my side..

Smoki brought so much love and joy into our lives.

I hope there is a doggy heaven and that Smoki made it there safely.

We miss our pal, our friend, our buddy. You truly are a wonder dog.

Good bye, Smoki. We miss you but we will never forget you.

Love
Mom and Dad