Time to say goodbye..

As I mentioned, earlier this week my dog, Cricket, was hit by a car and died. She was the first dog I've ever had from puppyhood. I picked her out of a choice of several other littermates because she seemed the most intelligent and playful. She had a round black spot on the top of her head that we jokingly called her 'off' button, though it never worked. We had many nicknames for her, as her personality quirks dictated. Her backside looked like she'd sat in a puddle, and so, the nickname 'puddlebutt' was coined. She would tear around the yard with super speed kicking up grass and dirt in her wake, which earned her 'bullet head'. For some reason the sound "Wooooo" really got her excited, and so she was called "Crickety Woo".. and if you wanted her to come, you just yelled "Woooooos" and she would come running, ears flapping, tongue out, and jump up to greet you. She loved to play.
She did tricks, loved popcorn, would cuddle, loved to play 'keep away' with my other JRT, Mac. She would 'shake' and 'dance' and 'sit' and 'roll over' and 'wait'. She was a smart dog. She is greatly missed.