Roy came to us at age 10 after being picked up as a stray by rescue. His early history is unknown.
Despite his rough times, he possessed an innate sense of fun and love for life. He could amuse himself for hours with a tennis ball. If you weren't able to throw it for him, it's ok, he'd happily toss it himself and chase it down.
He was an expert thief and world class hider of his pilfered treasures. He loved to steal our shoes and clothes and tuck them away for safekeeping. But if anyone got too close to his stash, he would have to take his things to a new hiding place. He chose these places very carefully, sometimes moving his booty from one place to another for hours, then making sure it was carefully covered and camouflaged, so no one could ever find it. ;)
He also loved his bath. I've never seen anything like it. Most dogs tolerate it at best, but not Roy, he reveled in it. He would lean into the hand rubbing him down and moan in absolute ecstasy and total relaxation. Once, he became so relaxed, he tipped over into the side of the tub. When the rubbing, rinsing and drying was all over, he'd shoot you a look of total dejection.
We miss our quirky boy and all the fun and laughter he gave us.