He came into our lives to fill a hole. When Max died I thought I could never love another dog. But then came a poodle named Seriously Alejandro. Our sweet, funny, ridiculous Alex.

Alex never had any idea that he was a big dog. He sat in laps. He jumped up to greet guests. If you’ve ever been to Casa Pish Posh, you may have only known him as a deep bark from the master bedroom. It’s not that he was bad — he was just big. We didn’t want him to knock you over. But seriously, he was a sweetheart.

When Zoe came along life changed a bit. And when Pea came along, he was confused and perturbed. Their love / hate relationship tilted more toward the love side. Maybe because of all the crumbs she dropped on the ground.

Though he was named for his serious face as a pup, Alex grew up silly. We called him Alex, or Alex Pudl, or The Pudl, or occasionally Sweet Buddy Buddy.

Alex left us yesterday. He wasn’t quite eight years old, but we enjoyed every year he spent with us. I loved having a dog who was big enough to hug.

Good boy, Alex. We love you.
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