Our 1st Thanksgiving after rescuing our little Scotty, who was 5yrs old at the time. As our company was leaving, my husband took him on his leash for a walk. Before coming to us he had never lived in a family situation, never got use to walking on a leash, etc. It had been a snowy day, as they walked the circle, Rudy accidentally dropped the leash and the dog was off in a full bore run to no where. The leash was kicking up a trail of snow behind him that scared him to death and he was running from it. Rudy called out to me saying goodbye to family and I took off in a dead run, knowing that if I didn't somehow help catch him he would run off into the woods and probably never be found. I'm not sure how but I got close enough to the end of the leash and just dove like SuperMan to grasp the end. I nearly knocked the wind out of myself, but caught him, miraculously. I guess all that witnessed it thought it was one of the most amazing and funny sights as I flew through the air after him. He treated us to many little happenings in the early times of our rescue, but grew to be a beautiful family member that will be sorely missed! He will be in our hearts forever! We love you Scotty "Meister". Till we meet again. Love Mommy & Daddy