We had 16 good years together. I bought her all the "wrong ways" to buy a dog...from an add in the local for sale bulletin, off a farm, out of a father who had bitten, and unsocialized but, at 6 months old she decided I was hers. I was smitten. Her ideal universe was her and I, and other dogs could visit but she preferred they didn't stay. She was the "play Nazi" and the tattle-tale when other dogs did wrong. She would do anything for me, and loved to be "right" whether it was learning silly tricks or formal obedience she did it with joy and sensitivity. She was a silly flirt with the boys, even in her old age. She was my shadow and my friend. I shall miss her. Farewell Deena mie Von Pickles, CD and almost CGC...I hope there is plenty of chicken nuggets and frisbees and a few sheep to chase in heaven for you.