I had a dog, chow/golden retriever, named Duke. I had him from like 6 or 7. He was pretty much a puppy then, and an energetic one. He was my favorite dog. We ended up chaining him to a tree next to an adobe wall when we moved. He liked getting up and laying on that wall. Then when I was in high school, he jumped off the wrong side, and hung himself. Not just the house, but life hasn't felt the same since.