I cherish the memory of when we got kicked out of dog obedience class (I still insist that it was that pit bull's fault. He kept eyeballing us!)... when Jeb peed on the fully lit and decorated Christmas tree... when he peed on me... when he got shot with a pellet gun by a boy who was legally blind (who gives a blind kid a pellet gun?!?)

I cherish the memory of when Jeb ran away to terrorize the neighborhood and explore Mill Mountain over and over and over and over again. (He was Houdini of the backyard. If there was a crack in the gate, a hole under the fence, he'd take full advantage of it).... when he ate a ten pound bag of dog food and half of the bag in one unsupervised sitting... when he ate all of the apples on the lower branches of our apple tree... when he ate my birthday cake and a dozen of my mom's muffins and pie plate and a tin can and a quarter of a brick and, well, you get the picture.

I cherish the memory of when Jeb fought Josey... when he fought the black snake... when he fought the turtle... when he dragged the 15-pound groundhog he killed into the basement (thanks for the present).

But, it didn't matter how many holes he dug or how many shoes he destroyed or how many dogs he tried to fight or how many times he ran away. I loved that dog. He was the best snuggler. He was a 65-pound lap dog. Until Mike came around, he used to keep my feet warm in bed. Jeb loved to run full speed ahead and he loved his Kong and playing fetch. He loved to eat anything and everything. He loved to get scratched behind his ears. He loved to go for rides in the car, too.

So, I hope there is a big field in Dog Heaven with plenty of Kongs and an apple tree and lots of food and maybe a lap or two to snuggle in and a chauffeur who will drive him anywhere he wants. He was the best/worst dog I've ever had. We're going to miss him.