Duke, the thing I remember most about you is what a coward you were – any time you thought you were being threatened, your response was “Step away from the dog! I’ll pee! I swear, I’ll pee!” I never held it against you, because I knew that before you came to me someone had gotten into the habit of hurting you.
When it came to perceived threats to me, though, you turned into a totally different dog. Then, it was “Get away from my mother or I’ll rip your lungs out and make you eat them!”
You were my hero. And when I’d say to you, “Duke, I tolerate you,” you knew what I was REALLY saying.