A Terrible Weekend.

Sorry for the delay in blogging, but, aside from the gaps in the latter half of every week that occur because of my bowling league activities, this weekend saw the worst day I've experienced in a long time with the death of my dog on Saturday.

Foxy was a 12-year-old Pomeranian, and was the sweetest, funniest and smartest dog I've owned (I've also owned a German Shepherd/Collie named Silky, who was damned smart as well, and who lived 13 great years, and a black Labrador Retriever named Samson who only made it two years before dying of epilepsy). She had been struggling with bad health for the past few months, and was on medication for a hacking cough. It was during the administration of said medication that she had a seizure and went limp in my arms. I thought she was dying, or dead, so I bundled her up and rushed her to the veternarian, who, surprisingly, detected a faint heartbeat, but was unable to bring her back.

I just finished getting rid of the foot-and-a-half of snow that the Nor'easter dumped on us, and, rather than sour my mood as such snowstorms usually do, this one helped, at least for a few hours, to take my mind off of the horrible events of yesterday. I'll try to round up some pics to scan and try to post to this blog.