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All I know is Paunnie was on the floor, just laying there. Mommis came out of her bedroom to see if it really was the mailman, she got the mail, and then she realized there was something strange about the way Paunnie was laying on the floor. She called his name, and he groaned to say good-bye. And then his eyes opened and he was gone.

She freaked. She started trying to call people, and then she ran across the street and got Carolyn. We kept quiet, so she could act.

Then everybody started coming to the house: Carolyn, Linda, Uncle Ed, and Max.

Mommis laid on the floor with Paunnie crying. Then she went and got one of the duvet covers he really liked to sleep on, and Ed and Carolyn lifted him with it and put him in the car.

And then they took him away and I never will see him again.

He was only 81/2.

But he did have aortic stenosis. Mommis said so.

But he seemed so fine. He ran, he fetched, he ate. He taught me when to bark and how to stay off Mommis’ bed so he could sleep there. He was Mommis’ main man.

Today I am mopa. I am hanging out at the house, and Mommis is having a procession of dog and humam visitors. Bluey came over. Uncle Dan threw balls, but Paunnie wasn’t there to fetch with him. Uncle Dan seemed sad, too. And we’ve seen a lot of Auntie Carolyn and Max, who usually keeps Tuckler home on Sundays.

When everyone left last night, I was lonely. Mommis wanted me to sleep on her bed, so I got up there for a while. But I need my space, so I left in the middle of the night for my spot on the floor, and then I gravitated to my own bed, where she found me in the morning. She spent the night streaming “The Gillmor Gang” on her iPad. We used to be on one of Steve Gillmor’s shows; Newsgang Live. Our job was to bark.

Paunnie wasn’t there to wake us up and remind her to feed us. She did it anyway. And then she took us to the park. Luckily, Pam was there with Wrigley, and the man with the great remote truck. I ran my ass off. I thought if I worked out enough, I could forget my grief.

But then I went home, and it was so quiet in the house. I’m just not Chauncey. I’m more Zen, and less frantic. I hope she loves me for who I am. Auntie Belle says Camp Fluppy Puppy will miss Paunnie. But won’t it miss me? I’m back in Phoenix.

I hope she finds me a little brother. It will suck if I’m alone.

She did though. I have no fur on my body and furry arms.

This morning we went to the park and it was trying to rain and make it cooler.

The rainbow came almost before the rain!

Paunnie Models His Wifebeater

I always hate it when Mommis leaves the house with Paunnie and not me, or me and not him. It always means something bad.

Yesterday after we went to the park, she left with Paunnie and he was gone all day.  I was okay, because I had Tucker with me for day care, but I wondered what happened with Paun.

He wandered in around 4 PM, and he was pretty bummed.  He immediately laid down at Mommis’ feet and went to sleep.

Only later did I find out why: Mommis betrayed him. She took him in for surgoire to remove the bump on his back. And while he couldn’t resist, she had his teefies cleaned. So not only does he have ten staples in his back and a big square shaved place with no fur, but I bet his teefies hurt too,

He ate dinner, and then he laid right down again. Before he went under he told me he felt pretty good. And then Mommis told me he was on Tramadol, a drug they give humams.

Mommis put a wifebeater on him so we couldn’t lick his wound. He can’t reach it cuz it’s on his back, but I would be very willing to clean him.  I clean Mommis all the time when she lets me.

I hope she takes the wifebeater off so I can clean his wound one day soon. And I hope he doesn’t get addicted to those pills.

Should Mommis sell the rest of them when he gets well? Comments?

Now we know what is meant by “I’ll eat my hat.”

Look at Paunnie being on good boyness. He’s just a sucker for food.  But we’re out on our walk, and I resent trying to be trained on my walk.  I’m not that hungry, and it’s a beautiful day.