misterfoxface asked: What was your fondest memory of the family dog?

That’s a really lovely question, thank you!

One (of many) is definitely a Christmas when he was still pretty young. My dad was carrying the tree we’d bought out back, and our dog thought it was attacking him, so he started barking and growling like crazy at the tree. Even when we weren’t near it he’d want to be let outside to just stand and bark (very menacingly) at the tree, cus you know, that thing must have been evil.