This handsome boy left us today, but he will forever be with us. When we got Otis, we had no idea how much joy he would bring. Everyone on our block in Brooklyn knew Otis, and they would scream "Ottttttis" as we walked him. When Jim went off to do a show for a few months, Otis went from sleeping in his crate at night, to sleeping in bed with me, and when Jim returned, we went from a full size bed to a king. Make room for Otis! The move to LA was ok – except for the mail slot in our front door. Every day, the mailman would drop the mail through, and Otis would scamper across the hardwood floors, horrified. He traveled coast to coast with us countless times. He preferred NY – hell he was from Bensonhurst. And even though he was so anxious that he clawed his way through the mesh on his travel bag, he loved being in the city, where he could meet other dogs. But more importantly their owners. He was truly a people-dog. He would give a "ruffruffruff" to everyone he met. When people would ask us "what is he?", our answer was always "we think a maltese mix", but then we did a DNA test and when the results came back stacked with maltese, great-grandparents all the way down, we felt we had slighted him. He deserved to be treated like royalty. And so he was. He gave the best licks, even when his teeth started rotting and it seemed like his tongue would burn your flesh off. He was the sweetest, gentlest dog, except for when i would try to pick the "guck" from under his eyes and he would snap at me like one of those chattering teeth toys. And even when his health declined, and he became a regular at the vet, he never complained about going there for checkups. He loved getting to see the people and the dogs, and he always bounced back. I will miss Otis more than words can say, but I will always remember his underbite with his tongue hanging out, the sound of his claws tapping on the floor (his dog stilettos), how even though he couldn't stand it, he always let me hold his face and kiss him in that spot between his eyes, the way he would look at me when I rubbed his ears, and how he never listened, turned his back, walked away and did whatever the hell he wanted.