A few years ago my big ole' buddy, Dakota left us. I still love looking at his old photos and remembering. He loved Beer, Chinese food, and Chocolate cake. As much as we tried to feed him all the right things and get exercise, he figured out how to open the 'fridge and even understood that if he bit the can hard enough the beer would come out. I suspect that he even figured out how to order chinese food, but my wife tells me she never saw him knock the phone down and dial. He knew me well, when I had had enough time and the table and he knew I had enough he knew to steal the cue ball as soon as he had a chance or to carry my case away. He was a good guy and I miss him. I never felt comfortable calling him "my dog", he was always so much more. I just know one day he'll help me BBQ again. Best to Valor on his journey and best to you as you wait to see him again.