Tank was 14 months old when he passed. He was the best “worst” dog a family could hope to have. He was nothing but a ball of sweet, friendly energy. Some of Tanks favorite activities were arranging the backyard landscaping to his liking, shedding any sort of fabric, helping the trees he hadnt killed to get more water by biting holes in drip system hoses, destroying garden hoses, wrestling with the kids, running next to a bike for miles and miles and miles, chasing the laser dot, sleeping in the kids beds, laying on the foot stool, and getting scratched on his belly. He loved his family with all his heart and we loved him. He will be in our hearts forever. He was my youngest sons best buddy.
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