I regret to inform you all of the passing of a determined raider, Shakespeare. Because of old age, Shakes hadn't made it to a raid in a couple years.... but he always loved meeting all of his human's chanology friends in the bunker. He even got to eat marblecaek once or twice. He attended raids where the weather was right for his advanced years (in the winter his paws would hurt too much for long raiding). However, he did complete one epic task with his human that I'd like to share with you now for the record, if you're up for a little tl;dr. Shakespeare and the Chanology Walk of Calk It was February 08, and I (the human) was just getting all fired up about Chanology. As my first operation, I printed off 500 simple and cryptic white on black stickers that said "Beware the March of Ideas" and shit like that. Myself and old Shakespeare (then 11), set off to do every side street in a thick residential neighbourhood, awash with the foot traffic of students. We started at about 11pm, and just wound the streets. Always staying about fifty feet in front or behind me, his role was critical : the lookout. He saved my ass by being all cute and friendly when the cops stopped to bother us. "Just take that sticker down there and take your friend home". After the cops rolled off I asked him "Do you wanna go home?"... and he immediately proceeded in the opposite direction, he turned back to look at me as if to say 'our job is not done'. By about 2am we had covered probably 10 kilometers and I was putting a sticker on an old garbage can. From around the corner appeared an SUV full of douchebags, which screeched to a stop when it saw us. Both of us froze and stared intently. "What the fuck are you doing?" One of them drunkenly bellowed. In concert, both shakes and I replied "What?" and "ROO!" Confused, the dbag-mobile sped away. He may have only been fifty pounds, but his bark was on the order of 200. We carried on. An hour later while on the main drag... two slightly toasted students walked by. One turned to the other as they passed "Now that is the kind of dog I want. No leash required." From there we had had enough, and started walking in the direction of home. On the last block, at about 3:30am... I had stopped to put a sticker somewhere and Shakespear was intent on investigating some very interesting garbage. We were two short corners from home. I turned and said "Okay buddy, time to head back." And he was gone. No sight of him. I bellowed his name and listened, no jingle, no jangle, no Shakespeare. I walked back to where I last saw him, still nothing. For half an hour I walked up and down that block calling his name and waking up half the block in the process. Nothing. My heart started to race. You fucking retard, you brought a 77 year old dog out in -10 degree weather for this long and you didn't think he'd get tired and disoriented? He's probably deaf, he can't hear your calls! I could always rely on Shakespeare's intelligence, hell that was part of why we gave him the name... so I figured I'd head home, and hope he did the same when he was done sniffing whatever he found so entertaining. As I rounded the corner to the house, I looked up to the far end of the block about 200 yards away. There stood the silhouette of a dog at perfect attention, in major search mode. I threw my arms in the air... "SHAKESPEARE! THERE YOU ARE!" He took off running to me faster than I'd seen in about 5 years. I had moved about 20 yards in the time that he did the other 180... he ran 3 straight laps around and then tackled me. We rolled in the snow laughing and barking, and then went inside for a milkbone and tea. Life was good then.