A memorial to Kiko

Kiko (pronounced "k-ee-k-oe") was a very good dog. We rescued him from the pound when he was only five months old. All of the puppies and dogs there were barking at us, except for him, he just came up to us and nudged up against us as if he was saying "are you gonna take me with you?" He was always happy, we would run around our yard with him playing keep-away with one of his treats and when we were done he would lay down and eat the treat he just earned. every day, dad would play a little game with Kiko that we would call "tooth games" where Kiko would turn over and give Dad little play nips. Dad was always Kiko's play buddy, and Kiko would follow Dad wherever Dad would let him go. Mom was like the alpha to him, he always tried to make mom happy, and if mom was happy, he was content. Kiko always had a strange way of knowing when somebody in the family was unhappy, and he would nudge up to them and try to make them happy, mainly by licking them and giving them the cute face. He always knew Matthew didn't always want company, so he stayed where he was when Matthew was upset, letting Matthew come to him when Matthew felt like it. With me however, he thought of me as his puppy. Kiko would always lick me whenever I came close. he definitely disliked the move from Boise to Moscow and from Moscow to Gennessee but he loved what he got, we had a dog park very close by in Gennessee. We spent four years up there, he had been five at the time, after two years there, I really understood what he wanted. Every few days, Dad took him on a walk, after the walk he would get a treat, either a dried pigs-ear (we called them chewies and that was the name he knew tham by) or a cookie (which was his name for dog biscuits). he would always love chewing chewies with Dad. after he went outside, if he didn't bark, he would get another cookie and he would always get a chewy at night. He was a great dog, and nobody and nothing will ever replace him. the whole family will always miss him.