We lost one of our camping buddies today. Max was a rescue dog we picked up about 10 years ago that wasn't supposed to survive a couple weeks after heart-worm. I have to say that we all were surprised at this dog's come back. Even with severe lung problems he managed to become a good friend to us, have a pretty good life and even enjoy camping. Even with diminished lung capacity, he got to know what it was like to take "the big walk" around campground loops. I wouldn't have ever thought he could make it, but he loved it. He's the first of our camp'in buddies that didn't seem to outgrow being a puppy. We noticed after the Dunes Rally that he was not quite the same and then the vet visits started and continued until tonight when he didn't wake up for his late night yard patrol. I'm glad we decided to give a rescue dog a chance, glad he had a chance to chase UPS up and down the fence-line and outlive his arch-enemy, the "big bad" yard squirrel we found expired a few weeks ago... I could write a book about the squirrel wars, their antics and mutual love to tease and chase each other. It was the talk of our neighbors... Lol Now we have to tend for camp'in buddy #2 that seems to be waiting at the window for her friend to come home. It's not easy to watch- This is going to take a bit of getting used to.