Ben's had two surgeries in the last month or so removing cancerous tumors, and I'm starting to get the point that his time remaining with us is limited. He's my dog, and I will miss him so much. I know one thing, I will need some serious grief counseling. But, in the mean time, he's getting to do whatever the hell he wants to each day, including letting him eat whatever the hell he wants to eat. I even let him chew the shit out of a sock yesterday. I think he's pretty pleased with all that.
Jake is still a tank. He's healthy as a horse, and other than attitude problems here and there, he's doing really well for an old dog. He's found the perfect spot to get away from E - comfy leather chair with cuddly quilt. He scoots all the way back and falls asleep. Smart dog.