My most special boy, and my "heart" dog. Although I had no intention of keeping a male pup from my litter of nine, from the day he was born Rugby made it clear he was never leaving my side, and he followed through. He was the first to do everything: climb out of the box; eat from a dish; and as my kids keep reminding me, he was first to poo outside the puppy box on the floor! He was named Rugby because he had minimal white on one side, and when first born the pups were very dark. He was lying with his minimal-white side exposed, and one of my kids said "look, he's all black"; so he became Rugby. There will never be another like him, nor another as close to my heart.