Deano was only two years old and had the best life any dog could ask for (minus the health problems). His day was made up of running on the beach, napping on the deck, going on adventures with us, bullying other dogs;-) He won the dog lottery. He was definitely a rock star in the dog world, which might be why he passed so quickly. He was the most loyal dog I’ve ever known…never left my side…snuck into the car when I was leaving for work… greeted me every time I came home. He spoke english…and not just “no”, “sit”, etc… when he was just a pup he got into the trash and I lectured him (more out of jest and frustration), but it worked…I swear he understood every word and he never went in the trash again. He’d rather watch other dogs get into trouble than participate and disappoint me. He was my boy and I already miss him sooooo much. I hope doggy heaven is at least as good as his life was! Love you dingo!