My husband told me about a dog that one of his customer had brought to the dealership.  The customer claimed that she was a good dog,"housebroken" even knowing how to use the litterbox!  Her previous owners could not spend the time with her that she deserved.  I was skeptical as I had never owned any other type of dog besides Labrador Retrievers.  So my husband convinced me to just take a look at her.  When he brought her home, the thing I remember the most about her was the way her nails tapped on the kitchen floor.  Well I could not resist her and she quickly became my Baby, my Emma Bean.  We soon found out that she was not housebroken and yes, she did know how to use the litterbox...to grab cat poop!  Although we tried to, we just could never get her housebroken..  She was a courageous dog, that was not itimidated by dogs twice, even three times her size, she had unexhaustable energy and loved to be with people.  She would sleep in our bed everynight,under the covers, where it was warm.  She had a talent for finding the smallest sliver of sunlight to lay and sun- bath.  Always watching out the window to make sure no one walked down "her street".  Chewed toys like a Rottweiler, so much that we had to make her a ring of old socks to play with and once she got into a "mood" would spin around with the socks in her mouth like a helicopter, drop the socks and start to do laps around the coffee table to burn off extra energy.  She loved to go on hikes in the woods and often would go on excursions, without permission.  

I only got to enjoy her for three short years.  I feel like she was taken too soon.  She was not even 5! Still a puppy! But I know in my heart when I put aside the selfishness, I know she is not suffering and is in a better place.  I do take comfort in the fact that a big part of her will always be with me and I hope that she knew what a big part of my life she was and just how much I loved her and will always miss her.