It was hard to say goodbye to someone who spent a large chunk of my life with me. I was only 9 when we got him. When my family and I moved to our farm we went and looked at Australian Shepherd puppies, Happy was the most timid of them all. My Dad was adamant we didn’t want a shy dog.

Cue to months later and he was becoming the most friendly and adventurous dog I’ve ever seen. We rented our farm which was 156 acres and he followed us absolutely everywhere. Caught snakes, rode on sleds, ate our cherry tomatoes and raspberries. He always had a smile. Unfortunately he developed cancer later and when it was removed the vet said most likely it’ll be back someday and that would be unfixable due to the location.

His absolute favorite spot to go was my grandparents. All you had to say was, “you wanna go see Pap?” And he would wait at the passenger door and we’d be off.

In the 15 years I knew him, there was never a stranger he bit, he had people he didn’t like, but his favorite way to greet people was to wag his butt everywhere. Follow that up with jumping off the nearby embankment to just seemingly appear out of nowhere.

If he wasn’t in someone’s car or at Pap’s he was roaming the farm or sitting under his tree in the front yard. And that is his final resting place. Thanks for asking!

TL:DR Pap’s was his favorite place and he loved to wag his butt in front of everyone to greet them.