Remi was one of one, a forever puppy. His antics kept us on our toes; no food was ever left too close to the counter; however, he somehow found a way onto the kitchen table, with one of us running into the room yelling, “Remi, no!” To which he jumped down and rolled around on the carpet, no regrets to be had.
He spent his summers outside chasing the lizards and lying in the dirt, our proclaimed ‘dirt dog’.
Ball was life for Remi. We promised him Grandma would have one for him to throw once he crossed the rainbow bridge into heaven.
Remi barked, of course, but he was more known for his ‘talking’. He jibber jabbered his jaw, grabbing everyone’s attention near him, exactly what he wanted.
Remi was a dog with a bone, but when the bone was too hard, his creativity kicked in, and he found a solution: wrapping the bone underneath a blanket to ease his teeth and gums. No blanket was safe, and now the holes are memories of his mischief.
Our ‘Remace the Menace’. Our Remi Baby. Our Remi BaBa. Our Bobemi. Our sweet, forever loved, forever cherished, Remi.