I've decided to recount some fun Lacey memories:
-I remember riding in the car home from picking her up... she was a tiny white puff ball.
-I wanted to name her Jazzy... I was outvoted.
-She was a princess.
-She KNEW I was the youngest.... and I couldn't get her to do a single thing I wanted her to... even when I bribed her with a treat... she was VERY stubborn.
-When dad was gone for a long time, she would sniff his clothes and wag her tail.
-She would bond with my father by licking his feet.... sick.. I know.
-She was wary Trevor Fortin for some reason.
-She would greet us very quickly when we came home from college.. but would make a big elaborate show of running back and forth through the kitchen when dad came home from work.
-She knew a line up of tricks: sit, shake, speak, dance pretty, lie down, die, give me kiss, and wait. (kudos to Kristin for teaching her).
-She LOVED being dragged on her belly while bitting her knot toy.
-Dad attempted to give her hair cuts.. but always made her look ridiculous. Parts were too short, others were left bushy, and always uneven.
-Cuddling at night was her favorite.
-She and dad would bond everytime he sat down to read, take a nap, or watch tv.
-By the end.. she was living off of treats, not her food... which is why she went to the bathroom all the time.
-Kristin's bird, Silver was a better guard pet then Lacey.
-She did not like Kristin's cats or Jeff's dogs.
-It was never a good idea to take her chew toy. (which is prolly why she didn't trust Trevor).
-The basement was her domain.
-She is proof that my dad can get emotional.
-Our home won't be the same without her.

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