Tasha was the best dog and lived an amazing 16 years. Even though we never lived together, she always knew I was family. She liked her freedom and got loose quite frequently. Getting her back was quite a challenge, but my favorite way was tiring her out by driving around the block in which she’d chase the car. You’d look in the rear view mirror and she was keeping up even at 25 miles an hour! Another time she got loose a neighbor complained and my parents had to fight a dangerous dog charge. The judge dismissed the case so quickly when he learned about how she’s the nicest thing in the world. We had a rabbit who would often wander the house and you’d find them in the hallway, Tasha laying down with Licorice between her legs while she just licked him. She will be greatly missed!