This was Wembley's couch.
When Wembley's couch wasn't available, Annika made a good substitute.
Until she was gone, we didn't realize how convenient it was to have a dog around to clean up the floor after meals with little kiddos.
Wembley loved Christmas. She would sniff all the presents until she found hers, drag it out from under the tree and rip it open - all with a big grin on her face.Wembley also loved road trips - especially with Karl.
As Annika got older, the roles reversed. . .now Annika was the one on top. Such a good dog - never complained about the girls sitting on her, pulling her hair and tail, poking her eyes, etc. (insert dog torture).
Karl insisted on getting a picture of Wembley near the twins . . .the minute we walked in the door from the hospital.
Every night Wembley faithfully waited at the door for Karl to come home. She would stand there from 4:45 until he walked through the door around 5:30.
One last walk for the greatest dog ever (Karl's words). You will be missed, Wembley!


3 comments:
Sorry to hear about your puppy. Always sad to lose a pet that has become like a family member.
Loved this post and loved what Wembly brought to your family. Very cool.
talk about a tear-jerker! I am sorry Karl :(
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