It has been weird around here without Dante. He was definitely not a wallflower and had so many health issues, that he was a large presence. He was also always beside me and always underfoot. But his urn is beside Henry's now and we are doing OK. We had a party for him and burned his 'anti-poop' eating muzzles that he hated so much (but were SUCH a necessity since poop didn't agree with him and would come right back up). It was a fitting memorial.
A few days later, it was time to pack up and head to Beach Bound Hounds this year. Kristen and I have gone 4 years in a row and try very hard not to miss it. The past years we have taken Cali, Dana, Stan and Jaime. This year Kelli represented the black dog contingent. We definitely missed Jaime's morning hoopty dances though. It was fun having a young one again at the beach, though Kelli didn't seem too interested in the water.
it was hard to find a place for Kristen and I to sleep..