This morning we lost our Rhodie (Rhodesian Ridgeback). He ate something that was toxic to his system and died in the vet's office. His name was Rusty and he had been part of our family for 8 years. We adopted him from the Humane Society. He was an escape artist and found novel ways to get out of his pen and dog run. He was a small dog at 95 pounds and could put his paws on my shoulders and look in my eyes. He loved to run but we broke him of the habit of going out on the road and chasing cars. So true to this dog and his smarts, he'd chase the cars inside the fence in our yard and oftentimes beat them. He only knew one way to run and that was full tilt. We'll miss him and his antics. I won't miss the part about all the holes he dug in the yard in our 5 acres.