We lost Cheyenne last Wednesday. She never did start eating again, even after surgery and everything. We "force-fed" her every 2 hours for 3 weeks, and she vomited and lost weight and muscle mass. she got to the point where she couldn't walk well, didn't wag her tail, and was generally not a happy girl, so we let her go. One of the hardest things we've ever done. Life generally sucks right now. So we keep ourselves busy with fixing up the motel. And thinking about another dog. We're not in a big hurry, but we weren't planning to be dog-less at this point, and we need a dog.

Thanks to everyone for the sympathy cards and emails, I know we're not alone in missing her. She was a great girl.

It's been overcast and chilly the past 3 days (70 degrees only), but tomorrow should warm up again. My one consolation is that I could have lost my dog and be really f-ing cold.

And what happened to the Packers?

We'll post happy pictures next time...