That we know of. DUN dun.

There is a Shelbyville which tickles me more than it probably should.

Have made an appointment for Thursday for Walter's final trip to the vet. I'm pretty sure it's the right thing to do, he has less and less control over his body, but I'm sad to have to make the call.

When he was a pup we used to take him to the levee at the Fly to swim in the Mississippi (it was technically not supposed to be an off-leash area but a lot of dogs were running around there). He loved fetching sticks out of the water. Once he got hold of a bush or something that was either rooted in the bottom or snagged on something - it did not budge. He just kept paddling and tugging on it, doggedly, as they say, and I was legit worried that he would tire himself out and not be able to get back to shore. He did finally "drop" it. I think that's what he's doing much of the time now, just not wanting to give up however hard it gets.

Oh, -t, that's so hard. I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry, -t. Walter is a good boy.

In less sad news, am looking forward to Mr. Dana's new dream job at Ft. Knox.

Also I just cried in my boss's office, and she basically said, "Oh good, I was afraid you didn't think there was a problem." Ha ha ha.

That's a lovely and emblematic memory, -t. I'm sorry your time with him is ending.

I'm really sorry -t. It is so hard.

Isn't Ohio right across the river from Louisville? Lots of possibilities there. But with my luck, it would be East Elbow, IN.

I hear East Wrist Knob has some nice restaurants.

Thanks, everyone.

On a lighter note, I did not know there was a Ralph Brennan's Jazz Kitchen on South Disneyland Drive. Now I do.