Yep, she's always sad when you loose a family pet. And it's especially hard when it's one that walks up-right, talks so eloquently, tries to crack onto your wife and aspires to be a windsurfer. RIP little fella....

More importantly, I still struggle, after many years, with Peters' chin. Thankfully there's no hair on it...
And on a totally different tangent, I wonder why they (the writers) mentioned windsurfing? Is it cool to sail, or is it that un-cool it's funny...