Greatnan - that's what I was told at the age of 4, after my bull mastiff wasn't there when I got up one morning. He was huge, and I used to lie on him, or sit on him, whilst watching Roy Rogers on tv. One tea time, a man came to the door and told my dad that Butch (yes, he was called Butch I'm afraid) had been aggressive towards him. Dad said there must be a mistake, Butch is a big softy, come in and see him with my daughter. Butch had the man pinned up against the wall in quick time. Dad was mortified, and full of apologies. I said he must be a nasty man, if Butch didn't like him. We all had tea, and when I woke up, no Butch. I didn't believe mum or dad's stories about Butch going to live on a farm in the countryside, where he could be free and happy. On reflection, I can't think of another time in my life when I didn't believe what my parents told me as they were so honest and kind. Ho Hum - I still believe that dogs go to heaven, the one so well described by dorsetpennt