Our Little Man

It has been a night of many tears and much sadness. Our "Gunner Man" ran out in front of a truck tonight and was killed. Although we spent a lot of time yelling at him...."get out of the way"....."don't touch me"....."ooooo...slingers"..... "you stink"..... "your breath smells like a dead animal", we still loved the big ornery pup. He was the biggest lap dog you've ever seen...a 180-pound baby. He loved to climb up in our lap when we were sitting at the table. Instead of barking like a man to be let in and out, he whined like a baby. He LOVED chocolate frosting. He loved to play in the snow. His favorite spot at meal times was under the table at Leah's feet. We are going to miss him terribly.

Gunner when he joined our family at 7 weeks old.

Gunner looking up to Elly.

Nanna with Gunner.

The gangly pup

Spoiled rotten

Meagan's "kids" - Christmas, 2011

Our Little Man

(His nickname from the very beginning....kind of outgrew it, didn't he?)