Rosso was a rescued Ridgeback. We got him when he was six months old. His greatest joy was to be with people, his worst fear to be without them. He spent summer afternoons laying in the back yard with his tummy turned towards the sun. The cooler months were spent cuddled with a loved one on the couch. He would run forever with his half brother Mazi, practicing the art of brotherly love, by way of a neck bite. His Greyhound brother Spike and he would compete to see who could lay still the longest, inside or outdoors.