Otto was my Christmas baby. He was born Christmas night. I knew he was going to be special to me when at 4 weeks old he would go crazy trying to jump out the box to get to me while all of the other puppies had eyes only for their mother. 



He was so special to me. I thought of him as my child and was so proud of him. I know I drove people crazy reciting his achievements as all mothers do and they would look at me like, he's just a dog. But he was never just a dog to me. 



He had seperation anxiety whenever I was away from him and when strangers were around he would stand up on his hind legs and put his paws out to me to be held, as toddlers do.



He was so cute. He had hair on the top of his head that stood straight up like a troll dolls hair. 



You know I can't really put into words what was so unique and special about him. He was just wonderful. I will always love him with all of my heart and I will never, ever forget him. I hope he knows that.