There are no words to describe how much we miss her, but Larry wrote a wonderful tribute to her.

Rascal – The Dog  - 16 August, 2010

A crooked face with a wry smile – that was Rascal's visage.

Born with a challenge – she fought harder and more valiantly than any creature – man or beast – I've ever known to eke out each and every day of survival.

She liked to play – she liked to jump on and bite the fuzzy parts of slippers – some of her instinctive "herding" coming out.

She was stronger in a counterclockwise sort of way – each leg being stronger, or weaker than the other (depending on which way you're going) – and she was a bit front-heavy – her larger head, neck and chest eclipsing her more slightly built posterior. Hence she walked in circles and often tilted forward – keester-over-head. But, all in all, she got around – her way.

And, she did things her way – and would let you know when things weren't going her way. She'd nip if you didn't move fast enough to feed her, and she'd break into the "howling yowl" if she was upset of distressed – or just wanted to get your attention. Normally quiet - though she would bark if it served her purpose. She would remind you –in her own way – that she was not just "a" dog; no – she was "THE" dog.

No one struggled more for life. As a pup she'd crawl her way to the top of the food pile – in order to beat out her larger and better equipped siblings – yet she'd hide under furniture to keep from being used as a chew toy by them.

Destined to be "put down" – the vet was relieved when we said we'd take her on – not knowing how long she'd have. She rewarded us by staying with us – and putting up with us – for three solid and love-filled years. No matter what challenge was placed in front of her – she'd rise to it and pull through – against odds. What heart this little dog had.

And, she was our baby. Dede – mother – would spend long hours cleaning out her ears, feeding her by hand, cooling her, warming her, entertaining her.

While the last year took it's toll on her – one thing at a time – she still lived large, developing a taste for peanut butter – that would help give her some girth. However, her little legs lost their strength and she would roll and flip to get to where she wanted to be. In her sleep though, while on her side or back, we witnessed the spirit of "Scully" – as her little legs would gallop in perfect pace and rhythm such as she'd never been able to muster awake and erect – racing through the air. Surely in her dream she was running wild through the fields – chasing the wind. And, she was smiling.

So, at the end of her days with us – as her body betrayed her – her mind stayed sharp. I'm certain that God has a special place in his kingdom for gentle creatures like Rascal, and that she's galloping the fields of heaven – free and full. And, I hope that even so – she can remember that while here among us for so short a time – she was well and truly loved.  And – she will be missed.