When my mom still lived in the lake house I grew up in, I took my daughter to swim all summer. When my daughter was 4 months old, my mom’s neighbor got a Boston Terrier. They named her Itty Bitty Teeny Tiny One. She was the runt of the liter. Itty Bitty had two homes, her own, and my mother’s house. She was welcome at mom’s house any time she wanted. My daughter and I would drive up to the house and Itty Bitty would run and greet us like we were her family too. She would come in the house with us and lounge on the couch. My mom never cared if Itty had been swimming or was sandy from the lake, Itty just came right on in. When my daughter turned 7 we got a puppy named Molly. Itty was Molly’s only friend EVER. When my brother bought my mom’s house we stopped being able to bring Molly out to play with Itty. We got another dog Jessy to be Molly’s companion but I have to say she never loved another like she loved Itty. Itty smiled at you, wiggled her entire body with excitement over seeing you, and made you feel like you were the most special person in the world. We continued to go to the lake house that my brother owned until a few years ago. Itty had a LONG and happy life. Crazy that all those emotions can come from one litte Itty Bitty Teeny Tiny One. I love that so many people have such fond memories of Itty. My mom’s neighbor’s dog. Sometimes you find love in the most unexpected places and make memories from the most unexpected things. Itty was and will always be a great memory.