We've been watching our dog Tiger start to seriously decline pretty quickly. We had a moment about a week and a half ago where we thought it was "time", but the vet gave him some antibiotics and anti-inflammatories and he seemed to be perkier for a few days. He was able to get through the dog door again and spend some time laying in the back yard, being lord of all he surveys. We said good-bye to our dog Tiger yesterday after about 13 nice years with him.
We got Tiger when the monkey was 5. La was born when he (the monkey) was turning 9 and El was born when he was turning 14. The girls have always had a dog. After meeting Chloe, the girls are requesting a golden retriever for next time, and I think they've worked out a system where one girl gets to pick out the dog and the other one gets to name him.
Here's something good. When we went to the grocery store this weekend, I had to bring both girls. We got one of the bench-wagons and things were going sort of OK. They weren't antagonizing each-other too much. They were asking for a lot of things we didn't need. I didn't have to use middle names too much. The candy row is the same as the magazine row. I didn't have quarters for the candy samples, but I let them each pick a magazine. La got some tween gossip thing (reading is reading) and El got something called "Sparkle World" a little advertise-y, but fun. I swear to you they looked through the magazines for the whole rest of the store and were super well behaved. $10 well spent.