Opi loved to lay on the couch; he was a real "lazy bones Jones." He would howl whenever we said the word "Chewbacka" and loved everything StarWars. Some days he wouldn't eat his food until we put 'special' in it, like broth or warm water. From the moment he met my son, he was destined to be our dog. He loved us unconditionally, even when we went away on vacation. He paitently waited for us to come home and greeted us with such love. There is a great big empty spot on the couch now. The house seems rather empty and I miss him with all my heart. I love you Opi.