Dog Days

Check out this sad dog blogging: Brittney's house was broken into while her Tootie was at home:

When he discovered we'd been robbed his first thought was, "I'm going to have to tell Brittney that they shot Tootie." So we all three sat on the couch and cuddled last night until it was time for bed.

And poor Zachary is suffering, too:

About 6 weeks ago, Zachary quit using one of his back legs. He'd hop around on three until I took him to vet and found out that he may have "football knee". I didn't know he could operate the doorknob, let alone organize enough local dogs for a game. Zachary is 8.5 years old; no spring chicken, but not with one paw in the grave either.

Poor bloggers' dogs.