Howie

We got some sad news last night. Our neighbor's puppy Howie had to be put down. He was only about 12 weeks old. He got sick, was throwing up and dehydrated, and I guess he took a turn for the worse and there was no hope. Tests have come back inconclusive thus far, so it is hard to know what happened.

This made both Mike and I very sad. Howie was a ball of fuzz. He was a little Westy who at his death weighed about four pounds. He was this little white fluffball who loved running after feet in search of a good shoelace to chew. We both feel very bad for our neighbors who spent months anticipating Howie's arrival from the breeder. They would always seek our puppy advice and tell us stories about Howie's antics. So, R, P and Howie, this one is for you. Thank you Howie for giving some joy in the few weeks of your short life, and thanks for being so darn adorable.