Luke

The last of our big boys has been put down. The kids are surprisingly ok with it. The grown-up are ok. Minnie. Minnie is struggling. She won't go outside by herself. She bays at weird stuff. She mopes. She has turned into a bowling ball of darkness at random times  in the house (wood floors + no stopping = bowling ball effect).  Basically, the last remaining dog is massively, horribly depressed. She lays on the sofa and sleeps or runs around like a loon. She's never really been into either of those before.

Soooo. A photo tribute to the big boy:

More recent pictures ARE available, I took several with the kids (they needed a way to say goodbye) on Saturday before we took him to the vet. The big guy wasn't looking his best though, so I figured I would put these up instead when he was looking lively and happy.

Sooo we don't really have a 'Zoo' anymore. We have a depressed mastiff and some cats and a fish tank and some gerbils. We've even trimmed down the fish tanks to 1. *Sigh* We are now on the hunt for a perfect puppy. My dear, sweet friend has a friend with a litter of beagles that we are going to attempt to get one of. If/when that occurs pictures will most joyously follow. Hopefully a puppy will help alleviate Minnie's ennui, because WOW.