Thunder&#39;s First Loss

In Loving Memory Of

Monster Mandela Hewlett

June 06, 2000 - January 11, 2014

Monster has been our puppy love for 13 years & 7 months. He filled our lives with love. He was a beautiful toy poodle, black with white on his chin and chest. He loved to be carried. He loved to be carried in a bag and would get into a bag, even as an adult. He loved to be carried home when he went for a walk. Let's just say again, he loved to be carried. He loved being held and cuddled and we loved to carry, hold and cuddle him.

He had his own pillow on the couch because he liked to sit up high. He liked to watch Judge Judy and would wake up, sit up straight and listen intently to the Judge. He would get off the pillow to be petted. He would nudge your hand to continue if you got distracted. He loved to have a doggy massage. He was not spoiled because he gave back to us by always loving us every minute of the day, unconditionally.

His name was not descriptive of him or his personality. He was a little mischievous, he would hide socks and food in his crate as a puppy and he never outgrew it. He never liked his food bowl empty so when it started to get low he would take what was left and hide it. He would then make a lot of noise with his empty bowl, until it was refilled. He always loved riding in the car. He continued to love car rides but he preferred to drive although was a good passenger. One of his first car rides as a puppy was a long trip. He was taken out of the car multiple times to potty but the adventure proved to be too much and ended in a warm, wet spot on Sharrice's lap. He would get so excited when he would get close to somewhere he knew when riding in the car.

He always wanted to go out to potty because that meant a treat was soon to follow. With the exception of a blizzard when he wanted to go out and thought better of it after the door was opened. He stood on the threshold and hung his back leg and part of his body out over the stoop so he didn't go inside and he didn't end up in Oz. Success and a treat.

He was always loving and loved everyone. Even the cat who terrorized him when he was a puppy. When he became an adult he would not allow her in any room he was in but who could blame it after all the kitten attacks he had endured. His was just a game of chase, no real meanness, unlike her jumping on his back unexpectedly with claws out. He was small but had a big bark causing a grown man to jump up on the couch, once or maybe twice. Monster did hide behind us the year Moe came for Christmas. Moe was a puppy and was playing like a stallion. Rearing up on his hind legs, barking and running. Moe wanted to play but in the beginning Monster was afraid since Moe is a standard size and Monster is a toy. Prior to the other family members arriving they had worked everything out and they realized they were family and settled down. He loved Christmas, he would open his own presents but sometimes didn't read the "Do Not Open Until Christmas" tag. When the nephews brought their musical instruments to Christmas, he joined in and sang his heart out. Everyone loved his singing and his Santa outfit. He loved playing with the children because they gave the best hugs.