It has been a night of many tears and much sadness. Our "Gunner Man" ran out in front of a truck tonight and was killed. Although we spent a lot of time yelling at him...."get out of the way"....."don't touch me"....."ooooo...slingers"..... "you stink"..... "your breath smells like a dead animal", we still loved the big ornery pup. He was the biggest lap dog you've ever seen...a 180-pound baby. He loved to climb up in our lap when we were sitting at the table. Instead of barking like a man to be let in and out, he whined like a baby. He LOVED chocolate frosting. He loved to play in the snow. His favorite spot at meal times was under the table at Leah's feet. We are going to miss him terribly.