Fifteen years ago I wasn't thrilled when my husband called me at work to tell me he had a surprise for me - and then I discovered it was a third dog. Henry had to be the most flea-bitten thing I've ever seen. He had been chasing some people down the street, but perkily came right up to Tom when called. His skin was literally black with fleas and it took two baths to even make a dent. The vet called him a "terrier X," and it certainly fit because he was every inch a terrier -- possessive, protective, and a complete love. About 9 months old, he moved right in with our two girls, Baby and Kelly, and thought he'd found heaven with a harem! He used to steal their toys and treats and hoard them, then he'd turn around and beg Kelly to groom him while he stretched out on the floor. He'd obviously belonged to someone, though we never discovered who, because he was already housebroken and always acted the total gentleman (except when making love to a big floor cushion). Henry was one of those dogs who had to be wherever you were. He'd follow you from room to room, no matter how short a trip it was. He was a dog complete strangers would say, "Oh, he's so cute" -- 45 pounds of muscle and a complete heartbreaker. We always said he should have been a poster child for the SPCA. It certainly won't be the same around my office without Henry to "protect" me from all the clients that visit me. He was so protective of our nieces and nephews, and one time one of our feral cats had a litter of kittens on the porch in a box and Henry would sit at the door watching the box -- barking his head off if anything besides the mother approached it. We thought his arthritis had gotten worse, when he couldn't walk last week. But a visit to the vet revealed somehow he also had a ruptured disc with obvious nerve damage, so we really didn't have any choice but to have him put to sleep yesterday. I only hope he and Kelly and Baby are all together again. Lu