Thor Hercules Stanley came into our lives as a joyful solution to a quiet problem—Rosie had started slowing down, losing interest in play, and we knew she needed a spark to reignite her energy. So we adopted Thor, not just as a companion, but as a toy for Rosie. And it worked beautifully. From the moment they met, those two ran wild around the yard like a pair of happy maniacs. Rosie, ever the clever one, made Thor do all the work—he’d sprint to the far side of the garage, and only when he came back around would Rosie join the chase. Their bond was playful, sweet, and full of life.
Thor was an absolutely amazing dog with a huge personality. He barked at us and at Rosie when he wanted to play, always making sure we knew he was ready for action. When my sister and I moved out of our mom’s house, we took Thor with us, and he flourished in the new environment. He adapted quickly, embraced the change, and continued to be the vibrant, loving dog we knew and adored. Sadly, Thor passed away at the young age of 9, but his memory lives on in every laugh, bark, and joyful sprint he shared with us. He was more than Rosie’s toy—he was family.