The time has finally come when I think I can tell you about my special little “SNICKER DOODLE DOG“, (my pet name for him) and share with you how much I loved him and how much I was loved by him. The pain of his passing will subside but it will never go away. All animals are special but some reach into your soul and touch you like no other can. These are those animals that chose us. Think what you will, there is no doubt in my mind that our animals return to us time and time again throughout our lives.

SNICKERS found me in June of 2004. He was found walking down Hwy 199 in the area of Springtown, Texas, by some kind person and brought to the grooming salon of a lady who helped Animal Angels by giving our babies a “day at the spa”, as she called it. I suspect he was three or so years old but it’s hard to say and in the grand scheme of things, not all that important. As you can see from his picture, he was a handsome and trim little fellow with a personality that you couldn’t resist. From the first moment, there was no doubt, I was his.

People have often asked me, “what is he”? My reply was always, “he’s a brown dog”. After he began to show signs of being pampered and had put on a few pounds, I would say, lovingly, “he’s a fat brown dog”. He needed some kind of a breed distinction so we decided a “French Bulldog” was a close as any. Okay, so we stretched it. SNICKERS was one of a kind. There hasn’t been one like him and there’ll never be another.

Early on, SNICKERS decided he would go wherever I went. It wasn’t up for debate. I would just have to figure a way to make it happen. He was a pleasure to have along. He would curl up in the “shotgun” seat and go to sleep. Every now and then, he would come over and sit close and let me rub his incredibly soft ears but he liked to have his own space. Occasionally, Hannah would accompany us. They were buddies but he preferred to have me to himself. On these occasions, he would register his displeasure by getting in the back seat and staying there even when I ask him to back up front. He came to think of the truck as his own. It was his job to let everyone know we were not to be trifled with. If we stopped a light and he could see someone in the car next to us, he would come unglued, barking like a wild man to let them know he was “on duty“ and to just move along.

Since he did almost always go with me, he learned early on that at some point, we would stop to get something to eat and of course I would be expected to share. Although I kept treats for him and water was always available from his own cup, he drank my Dr. Pepper and expected to have a little of what I was eating.

I know you’ll be back SNICKERS and I miss you so much, I don’t know what to do but I wouldn’t have missed knowing you for anything in the world.

Carole (your Mom-dog)

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Snickers was found by a friend of Carole's running stray on Hwy 199 in June, 2004.  He quickly became a favorite because of his sweet personality & soon he was Carole's special dog .. the one that rode with her in the truck everywhere she went .. the one who shared her 'burgers & fries & who always had a cup of his own in the truck but much preferred to drink out of hers.  Seldom did you see one of them without the other close by.  Snickers loved to ride & Carole almost never went anywhere without him.

Sometime during the day of Tuesday, July 18, 2006, a tragic event began to unfold.  On a day when the DFW temperature measured 107 degrees in the shade, Snickers somehow managed to get in to the truck he loved.  No one really knows or remembers when or how it happened .. but when he was missed & finally found, it was too late.  The intense heat had taken its toll & Snickers was beyond help.