Between our schedules and the boy's allergies we could never have a dog full time. In early 2006, my parent's adopted a former 'stud' Nova Scotia Duck Toller named Jazz. He was quirky like the rest of us and that made him family. A little over a week later my grandmother passed away suddenly and while mom was still at the hospital, this poor dog that had been between my parent's and my grandmother's house , possibly not fully house broken was just sitting there so I went over to walk him. I hadn't walked a dog since the days of not pooper scooping. I grabbed 4 bags...he pooped 5 times. The fifth time in front of someone...on a train track, no way of hiding our lack of bags. We were embarrassingly bonded for life. He's been my dad's companion and 60lb lap dog, my mom's personal food vacuum, my brother's vet practice, my thanksgiving turkey guardian and my child's friend. Last night he collapsed and passed away enroute to the emergency vet.