And one more of Jack, taken this Halloween evening...click again.  He's now seven, with grey upon his muzzle and brow, but he'll still tackle me in the yard to this day (I mean knock me down on my backside) and grin with his achievement.  He's 94 pounds of pure love.  Those are mommy's Halloween socks you see.  OK, now 'm getting cute to the point of revulsion :)  Hey, I love the guy!

Good thread, Chris!  And Happy Halloween to all!