They had to put my dog down, sweetest thing in the world. The picture is of her and her daughter Aurora before I moved to Las Vegas (and my left foot, holding Aurora back so I could take the picture). The sweetest thing I ever knew (Aurora is about the same) and I've missed not having her with me, but now I'm sad I didn't bring her. She wasn't the warmest dog to those unfamilair to her, she would bark from a distance until she decided you were okay and then she'd settle down, but keep a wary eye your way. If you were familair she was sweeter than honey. Not a mean bone in her body (as long as you weren't trying to mess with her bone, then she'd growl, but never bite) she'd runaway from most anything. It's a tragic irony that our four legged friends can bring such joy and love into our lives, but depart much sooner than we would like. Well, here's to Foxy, the best dog ever, she'll be missed. At least my parents have 4 pooties now to keep Aurora company, but Aurora will still miss Miss Foxy.