...but it appears to have been me. !?

Well, you may remember from our last episode that the ancient canine was passing and melodrama was rife. At any moment the Great Rabbit of Eternity would appear and my old friend the Huntress would be off in pursuit.

Silly child! The gods don't work that way. Or, at least, the rum-besotted ones that I encounter do not.

She did not die. Instead, she lay in a paralytic coma for three days doing the best "Dying Dog" scene of all time. Then she rallied and indicated with a shrill, one-syllable bark that she had returned and where was that "boy" anyway?

She has gotten stronger with each day. But there is one problem. She is pretty much paralyzed in her hind legs. So, now my dillema is not how does a PWP dig a grave. It is how do you shoot an old dog lying in the middle of your living room and disrupting every scrap of routine that has held your marriage together? And how do you keep some very obvious comparisons being made between oneself and said dog?

Oy!