fang

We lost a very dear friend this summer. Sam, otherwise known as White Fang, finally cashed in his chips approximately six years after his vet gave him a weekend to live. By traditional standards he was an awful dog. He was moody, didn't like other animals, people or kids. More than once my sister had to tell children and parents, "No, really, he will bite." But to those who loved him he was a fluffy white gem; a family member with an endearing personality and an occasional smile for humans he loved. He will be missed by all those he touched, even those he touched with his teeth.
Rock on, Whitey.