Well, the kennel has gotten smaller again.

I came home and was fixing dinner only to find that our Basset Hound had passed away.  One moment she was fine the next, not.

A rough nite for the OH as she was particularly fond of this one.  So now I have more ammunition for a couple of articles on senior dogs and the holes that they leave in our lives.

 Of course, it was pouring rain while I was digging her final resting place.  Just one more inconvenience.

Ah well.  The problem with dogs is that they just don't live as long as we do.