When I was first married, we had two rescue dogs, Skanky (yes, that was his name) and Mr. Scotty.  These two fellows were as different as night and day, but were the best of friends. Skanky was a labrador retriever mix with a ferocious appetite for…everything!  Mr. Scotty was a distinguished mix of who knows what breeds with a discriminating palate.  I sure did love these boys. As they got older, the way they aged were as different as they were.  Although Skanky had an aggressive form of cancer, his appetite never waned.  The day Skanky passed away, he still...