When my old dog Sammy died, I swore I'd never get another dog. Sammy grew up at my dance studio. Loved by all, he was a gentle spirit with beautiful brown eyes. He was the star of a ballet I wrote about cats! We paraded him on the stage in his blue tutu. He wore that tutu whenever he was at the dance studio and that vision made everyone smile -- even notorious grumps. Since he was allowed to wander free inside the dance studio, he would cuddle up next to dancers who were stretching on the floor. He would relax on the cool tile floor in the middle of the lobby so everyone had to step over him. And he loved to frequent the girl's dressing room where he was sure to be fed french fries, pizza and left over sandwiches from lunch.