Still not feeling well. Can't tell if I'm a little better or just getting used to feeling like crap.
Anyway, when I got up this morning, I found my little granny dog laying by my chair waiting for me like she always does except this time, she was cold and stiff. I knew she was getting really old, so I told her a few days ago that when she moves on to tell them I said she's get moxy. When we rescued her years ago, her little legs were all crooked, her ribs were messed up and I could feel a hole in one of them. She loved my rat terrier and got along well with the 2 pit bulls. The first snow storm we had after we got her, she was running with the big dogs hopping from one foot print to the next in snow deeper than she was tall.
Now, I have to bury her, but I really don't feel up to shoveling. I just hope the tractor will start and the rain the last 2 nights has soften the ground enough to dig a deep enough hole with it.
