Four Wheelin'

Cops and Robbers: An Update

I haven't written much these past eight weeks. I always tend to shut down during the holidays but this year was even more difficult as we battled through the last few weeks of Oslo's life. We lost him on January 3. Saying goodbye to something that meant so much to me was almost impossible and looking back I have no idea how we managed. His loss has been devastating. Today, we're better. It's been almost a month and we're slowly finding our feet and getting back to normal. The house is terribly quiet and one of my biggest fears of not having Olso with us came true on Monday when our house was burglarized. I can't help but think the two events are somehow connected but I'll never know. I just know I miss him so much and would give anything to be able to throw the tennis ball for him again...

State of the Union

Neighborhood

Yellow Bus in Yellowstone

I Wish I Was In Mexico

It's 8 degrees outside right now. I need a break. So much going on. I feel like I need two weeks away from everyone, everything.

Chew Your Ball Slowly

Oslo's favorite thing in the world is chewing on tennis balls. For Christmas, we wrapped up a few dozen and put them under the tree. It only takes a few minutes before his sniffer goes into high gear and he sniffs out the tennis balls, rips open the paper and starts chewing. He'll chew the ball until it pops, usually about 20 minutes. This was taken about 10 days ago. Today, he doesn't have much energy. His appetite is disappearing. Not good.