Snowflake came into my life at a time she was really needed...she just appeared on our doorstep on the first day of snow in February 1991, and with her personality as flaky as her owner (me), her name became Snowflake.  Around August of 1993 I realized that I could not give her the care and attention that any pet deserves: my schedule left me almost no time to walk her, play with her, and she was confined to a small apartment, so I found her a good home with children and other dogs and plenty of back yard room to run around in.  I miss her every day but I know she is happy where she is.  For those who don't know, the type of breed is Keeshond.  They have wonderful, unique personalities.