When I was a very little girl, my grandpa gave my big brother a boxer that he named Mike. Mike and I would nap together on the floor. I would lie across his midriff, head on one side and feet on the other. He was an awesome pet, except he was a runner. Every time the screen door opened, off he'd go. Finally, we had to give him to a family that lived on a farm out of town so he could run to his heart's content. I still think about that sweet guy.