It's Not a Dog Urn. It's Full of Candy.
When our beloved Cinnabear passed in June, 2008, I went shopping for a suitable urn for her ashes. Most available urns are tacky and too expensive, so I bought this cookie jar with a photo of Cinnabear and a lovely inscription.
Turns out she came back in a lovely urn, so now the jar sits on our end table loaded with candy. A wonderful reminder of a singular dog.