We lost our dog this weekend. First he was just lost, then we found him. Pretty sure he was hit by a car. This part isn't a surprise, just unpleasant.
We got him the DAY we moved into our first house. He was this little white fluffball. We brought him home and named him Wickett (like the Ewok). I remember my parents watching him when we were on vacation and when we got back my little white dog was almost black. He had quite a time on the farm. :)
We nicknamed him Wicky Wild Man cause he was always so full of energy. I have a picture somewhere of him and Massimo snuggling on the couch sleeping. He was our first dog and SOO good with the kids. Gioia would put a leash around him and lead him around the yard, running and playing.
He will be sadly missed. :(