Happy was the "Forrest Gump" of dogs. He always had his tongue hanging out of the side of his mouth, and his eyebrows were almost always raised as if questioning the world around him. He loved to sleep in our bed, most especially on my husbands pillow, and if you tried getting him to move, he would pretend sleep. The harder you tried, the louder he would snore. He loved his brothers, Logan the real boy, and Napoleon dearly. The 3 of them would run around the house, both dogs going for Logans legs and pulling his pants. He was his mothers favorite. She would spend hours grooming him. He will be dearly missed. 

Rest In Peace my baby