She loved to chase squirrels with her big “sister,” Belle.  She swam after Belle in the lake, lagging just a little behind, but as fast as her three legs would take her.  She loved to bury her head under your leg if you sat next to her to pet her.  She hated baths.  With a passion.  She never bothered the cats when we lived on the farm, and she always stayed near the house.  She was sad when we had to leave for awhile to move to California (tore up my father-in-law’s garage — totally out of character for her), and then was an excellent passenger in the back of a stranger’s truck for over 1800 miles to join her family.  She let our children crawl all over her, pulling on her ears, “petting” her with toddler hands that were a little rough.  She occasionally was a good watch dog, but didn’t bark much.  She, in one word, was sweet.  She had the best personality… so loyal… so loving.  We miss you, Gretchen, and will always love you.