My family adopted Stanley when I was 10. We recently lost him days before my 18th. I think of him every day. He was the goofiest dog I knew. He loved to fall asleep upside down, blow intense spit buddies, and snored like all the dogs in cartoons. Stanley was completely deaf but was so smart many people didn’t even notice he wasn’t hearing. I loved growing up with him and watching him flourish into the biggest sweetheart. His two favorite places were either the beach (where he would play tug-o-war with me and the leash until we would eventually play tag) and blankets left on the ground after sleepovers (many mornings I woke up to him cuddled up in my friends blankets abs snoring so loud he woke everyone up). I was so lucky to have him in my family.