Sierra, Ollie, and I were remembering Lacey today. We talked about the day Chuck went to meet Lacey, how she ran across the street, up on a snowbank, and wouldn't come down. I remembered the time we stopped to visit her first family, after she had been with us about 3 months. We were in the red truck. I opened the door and Lacey flew down the sidewalk, her ears straight out (like in this picture!) and feet barely touching ground. She rounded the corner, raced up the sidewalk and straight in through the open front door. We heard happy welcomes -- "Lacey! It's Lacey!' If ever there was a dog who had been loved, every day of her life, it was Lacey. Lacey, will always be the dog of my heart. I love Ollie and Sierra, but Lacey is part of my heart and soul.