In the year 2001, we took in a “red-zone” dog who would’ve otherwise been destined for death row. Curiously large for the “Jack Russell Terrier” he was said to be, the lean and well-muscled Skippy (a.k.a. “Nubzilla”) stood 19″ at the shoulder and weighed nearly 35 lbs.
His attitude was monstrous. It took about a year, but we finally got him turned around. His ego never left him though, and his antics remained a constant source of entertainment and laughter for many years. Somewhere along the way, we realized he and the monstrous shadow he cast were the perfect mascot for our fledgling record company.
We worried Nubzilla would regress when we decided to have children. Here he is playing a game of tug with our 9-month old daughter.
He gave us nearly 14 great years. May his memory rock on.