When Knickerbocker was a puppy, he’d dash around and knock the hell out of our older terrier X, Arrow, unmindful of her own age and ricketiness. Like all Labs he couldn’t help but fling himself into everything. He had a few good years after a serving of diabetes, back troubles, and arthritis and eventually couldn’t cope with his own size, and eating wasn’t that easy either. He’s passed the fun onto two cats. And so a toast to Knickerbocker, 1998-2009.