I put together a video with the current pictures I have of her. I really wish I had a few more off hand.
Who could have asked for a better dog?
Tuxedo was a very loving dog. Not once did I ever feel threatened or worried she would attack. Instead, I knew she would always be by my side to snuggle on me and lick my problems away. Often, she would greet you with her form of speaking - a grunt.
My dog loved to play with a rubber chicken, especially if you tied a string to the end of it and swung it around. For some reason, as soon as that string was attached, she couldn't help but go after it and try to rip it off.
Sure, Tuxedo is a boy's name, and she always was referred to as "he". However, her perky ears and pointy tail never seemed to show any indication of offense when she was mistaken for the wrong gender.
She always had a goofy sense to her. She could make you smile while she slept. There was something about her that people couldn't help but love. Even the whole neighborhood knew her. She didn't have any trouble vocally expressing herself either; it was a challenge to get her to shut up at times.
Tuxedo was my dog, she was my family, and she was my friend. I will miss her.
Here is a picture of what she may have looked like as a puppy.
