Dan and I acquired this pup six years ago and we were lucky to get him. Due to a strange and terrible policy (that has since been abolished), he was one day away from going to doggy heaven. It's about the only way I would have another dog, after having my heart broken with our first (dear, dear Fred), but I'm so glad we took him. He will be 12 years old next month; you'd never know it. Here he is, indulging in a little rub in the cool grass during a hot walk.