He was gifted to us several years ago by a customer in poor health. It took him several months to feel comfortable in the kennel, he often hid under the sink or behind the furnace but eventually he assumed the job of chief dog behavior modifier and people greeter. He learned to accept my hugs and kisses for it was a small price to pay for the copious amounts of food he ate, in his prime he was 19 lbs. I will miss his unique way of cuddling with his head buried in my lap, it made me feel appreciated. I would like to think he liked me best but it was probably my consistent, timely way of opening a can of cat food that appealed to him most.
And lastly, may we never know when it is time to leave the bathroom for Poncho would scratch at the door the second you closed it as if to say, "Hey! What are you doing in my water bowl?"
I'll miss you terribly, Poncho:(