THE OBITUARY OF FAT ENZO

Enzo “Fat Enzo” Piccirillo — ??/??/2002 - 11/22/2017

​Enzo “Fat Enzo” Piccirillo, age 15 (105 in dog years), passed away unexpectedly of natural causes on the shop floor of the company he name-saked on November 22nd (the anniversary of the JFK assassination), in the year of our Lord, 2017. “Fatty” was the inspiration behind our trademarked logo: a silhouette of a dog pooping out a “T-SHIT” or “T-SHIrT”. He was an even-tempered Chow/Golden Retriever mix with golden yellow hair and a genuine disposition to be fat and chill. He loved to eat and poop. Then, eat and poop, again. He loved the snow and the beach, equally — anything wet. He swam in the lakes of Prospect Park, Brooklyn, and the gulf at Fort DeSoto Park and the Atlantic Ocean at Juno Beach, respectively. He was born in Gainesville, helped stop an armed robbery in St. Petersburg (Florida, not Russia), and travelled by subway in NYC once when his best buddy, Bobby Pickles, parked the car in a tow away zone across the street from Central Park. He climbed five flights of stairs for a year and a half, while living in a building with no elevator. He walked miles daily for a year, while living in a quaint Connecticut home at the mouth of the Pequonnock River Trail. He retired to South Florida, where his tired hips grew weak, but that didn’t stop his trips to the beach via an all-terrain wagon. He was loved and beloved. His best friend, Bobby Pickles, is going to miss him terribly. But, he is survived by an American corporation whose motto is “Made in a Sweatshop in the U.S.A.” — and that’s not too shabby for a fat mutt from Gator Country.