On Sept. 11, 2005, Chewy Chuy went to Puppy Heaven . where he had been promised he would never, ever have to take one of those dreaded baths again and where he would have all the biscuits he wanted without having to bark to remind someone he fancied a few.
Chewy Chuy was a likely descendant of The Original Chow Hound. He never met a piece of food he didn’t like.
He was particularly fond of tomatoes, right off of the vine. In fact, he generally ate them while they were still hard and green. But, he did like the fully developed, juicy red tomatoes, too. Another favorite was watermelon … rinds and all.
But the Big Mama was croissants. While he appeared to be a full-fledged Cocker Spaniel, many wondered if he wasn’t part-French Poodle. With his appetite he carried a few extra pounds but he had no trouble reaching the kitchen counter to knock off a big plastic container of croissants from Sam’s Club. He ate all 24 . and didn’t get sick. We expected he would at least blow up like the Pillsbury Dough Boy! Nope. Not my Chewy Chuy with the big brown eyes.
While he mastered the art of eating, one thing frequently caused him problems and that was the doggie door. Most of the time he would go through the door, do his business and return. But on occasion, it was just easier to have his front legs out, his BACK legs inside and just whiz ON the door. THEN he would walk through, turn around, and come back inside. Sadly, we were never able to capture this on videotape.
Chewy Chuy is survived by his mom and a brother, Mad Max, aka Herr Schnauzer, Aunt Debbie of Seguin, Uncle Don of Germany, extended family members in Oklahoma, and a slew of fish, whose food he also ate whenever he could knock it off the shelf.
All Paws Great and Small Crematory
5611 E. Houston St.
San Antonio, TX