Farewell to Petey

This post is a departure from my usual crafty fare, but I wanted to pay tribute to our beloved family dog, Petey, who died this week at the ripe old age of 16.  Petey was a Staffordshire Terrier, rescued from the streets when he was a pup.


He didn’t stay that small forever! Within a few weeks he had outgrown his doggie bed:

Even when full grown (he got to be nearly 60 pounds at his prime — all muscle!) he loved to crawl into small spaces (like under the coffee table) and into the laundry basket — clean or dirty, he didn’t care:

Here he is napping with our other dog, Ginger:

He was a regal animal, smart and loyal, and will be missed.