07/16/2025
I’ve never known without Manny - Manny was a year old when I first met him, which means when he left this realm today he was 14 1/2. Matt put a picture of Manny in his dating profile and it’s one of the main reasons I decided to talk to him.
He was the worst best dog in the whole world. One time he ate 18 raw eggs off the counter. One time he ate half a 5lb bag of flour. One time he ate two raw loaves of bread resting on the counter. There are so many more “one time” stories about him. He was the dopiest, sweetest, most stubborn baby of a dog I’ve ever met, and our house is so empty without him.
I always joked that we were a “blended family” bc Matt had Manny and I had Ruckus and Albert when we first met, and now they’re all back together causing trouble somewhere in the ether. It’s the hardest part of living with an animal and there’s a giant fluffy doodle sized hole in our hearts. Good boy, Manny. You were a real pain in the ass and we will miss you forever.
