Our Dear Poker

The smell of the top of Poke's head was always soothing and comforting to me. When we went to Orange Hill for Kev's birthday last year, his dessert (lemon curr) tasted exactly how Poke's head smelled :)

When we brushed our teeth, he would come in the bathroom and sit in between our legs.

When he laid on the bed and I wanted my space, I could whisper "Get down" and he would lift his head because he wasn't sure if he heard me right. Then I would say it again, and he would get down without any fuss. If we said "Get down" in a regular voice, he would jump down right away.

Before going to sleep almost every night, he would jump up onto Kev's bed and try to play with him. He would nibble at his ears, paw at his face, and do his little howling bark.

I would wrestle with Poke and get him all crazy, then out of nowhere I'd command him to Sit or Shake, and he would.. no matter how excited he was during our wrestle.

He tried to be like us and would sleep with his head on the pillow.

He hated baths and hated when he heard us turn on the hose or shower. But he would still come (slowly with his head and tail down) when we called him for it.

I would tap on the couch, bed, or anywhere twice and he knew exactly what I wanted. Poke jumped up and sat in the exact spot that I asked him to.

He liked sniffing our faces VERY close, but never licked.

Sometimes we would just be hanging out watching TV and he would come over to one of us and climb up our chests, asking for attention and showing his affection to us.

He burped a lot and his lips would puff out :)

Sometimes I would talk to Poke very close and tell him how much I love him, and he would walk away from me mid-sentence.

I loved petting his chest because the fur was so fluffy and white.... and it protruded like a t-rex. :)