msolga, I'm doing OK. I still have my moments, especially when I wake up in the morning.
Next week, my gardener friend will find the best way to prevent my dogs from digging under the back yard fence, too late to have saved my darling Dolly. I will never forgive myself for not being able to find the spot and preventing Dolly's ability to dig her way out of my yard. My neighbor and I both looked at the fence from both sides and couldn't find the spot. My neighbor thinks that the piece of plastic she placed on the sandy soil spot Dolly had dug in before allowed her to push it forward, but she couldn't push it back to get back into my yard.
My dear neighbor, told the owners of the hound dog that lives next to her house that their dog had killed my Dolly dog. They were devestated and can't understand why their big dog would harm Dolly. I know Dolly dug into their yard because she wanted to play with the hound. She loved to play with everyone.
Today, I want to tell the other neighbor, who came to my aid and had the courage to rescue my Dolly's body from the hound dog's yard, how much I appreciate her help.
The neighborhood children have come to see the new puppie. They are having a hard time trying to understand why Dolly died. The children loved my dogs.
Maddy has fallen in love with his new little sister. Yesterday, he did his Indy 500 thing, running around and around the kitchen in the center of my great room. Dolly 2 just sat and watched him thinking, I'm sure, what kind of goofy family have I moved in with?
Dolly 2 is so small that I have to watch where I'm walking so I don't step on her.
I had ordered a new carpet for my great room a week before Dolly 2 died. I will store it in the garage until my new Dolly learns not to poop and pee on it, which may be a while because she's only 8 weeks old.