Ok, I better mention the death of our poor pooch Bongo (just to redeem myself when judgement day comes, I really never liked him much). He most likely died Sunday morning. Barry went out to feed him and he wasn't alive. Barry thinks he died from a heart attack. As you can tell from the picture he was terribly obese. Sadly the diets we tried didn't work. Barry and his brother David drove out to Ririe and buried him at their Grandpa's farm.
Bongo came from the animal shelter where Barry's mom found him. He'd lived before with a family of two little girls and he slept at the foot of their bed. The parents divorced and poor Bongo was sent to the shelter. Good thing we had our dog Susie. She was his companion until she passed away Christmas 2006. Bongo has been terribly lonely ever since. Hopefully he's in doggy heaven just running around. He couldn't walk more than a couple blocks here.