Charlie knows the name of all his toys - so the "what should be giant inflated tennis ball" is now called .... BANANA lol

We sadly lost Helen the corgi two weeks ago. I'm just able to write about it. She was 14.5 years old. She could still run for a treat (when she felt like it) but had slowed a ton, was deaf/blind, and slept most of the time. When she was clearly suffering, it was time to help her over the rainbow bridge. She was a much loved member of the family for a long time and will be deeply missed. Dylan, her nephew, is at least relieved to be able to walk into the kitchen without her growling at him and to be allowed to play with a squeaky toy without her stealing it immediately. He's been getting lots of extra cuddles

Pic: She slept right through a chicken jerky treat but was happy to have it when she awoke.