Scout, our beloved body surfer, ball chaser, scrabble coach, travel protester, grandma lover, joy-giver, and David's constant companion of six years isn't with us anymore. In my heart, I knew from day one that Scout wasn't a dog who would grow old. She lived twice as fast as any other with inexhaustible energy. We're not sure what happened, whether it was a poisonous snake bite, cancer or a heart infection. None of the possibilities were curable. And she wasn't one to live with restrictions of any sort (okay, that was a double-edged sword!). So this is a farewell to the craziest little beagle mix to come out of Tijuana. May she not rest in peace. May she run wild and surf the clouds chasing a ball of stars forever.