When I was a young girl, living on Antoine Street, my dad wanted to get a dog. So, we got Ironbelt's Pal, the best dog I ever knew. He was an English Setter and the moment he came to our home, you could tell that he was a big puppy for life. His face was filled with love and trust and joy. Dad tried to show him a few times, but didn't have the conviction or temperment to turn Pal from our family puppy to champion hound. Pal ruled our home for 13 years and passed away one winter while I was away at the University of Wisconsin-Madison for my Freshman Year. Every child should be so lucky as to have a family dog like Pal.