Otto
Otto finally got drilled by a cattle truck on April 4 after spending his entire life pointlessly sprinting alongside motor vehicles, assuming they were trespassing onto the land of his owners.

Otto was born on March 16, 1999 as the result of an unplanned pregnancy involving two random dogs. He called Bath, Indiana his home, but most will remember him for his drifter tendencies and passion for the transient life. Preceding him in death are his parents,  Benedict and Harriet. He is survived by eight brothers and one sister.

Throughout his life, Otto was involved in many activities, including pissing contests, vomit eating, dragging toilet seats to the steps, biting the tires of speeding ATVs, living in a barn, eating possums whole, pretending to be busy when his owners pulled in the driveway, letting serious gaping wounds heal on their own time, running from the sound of gunfire, and  repeatedly allowing his tail to be sexually clutched by much smaller female dogs.

Otto’s greatest accomplishment was that his owners never saw a single piece of his shit.

In lieu of flowers, please steal money from  businesses that pamper dogs, or leave unwrapped Wendy’s Jr. Bacon Cheeseburgers in the grass.