I spent this past Saturday night burying a dog. Well, 3 am Sunday morning, but still. The dog was this charmingly dumb but very sweet little Pomeranian named Beezus. Around two weeks before that, one of my other dogs, a shaggy terrier named Dirty Girl, died when I was en route to go drive the GT500. In short, it's been a bad month for good dogs.
This isn't exactly news, but having two of your dogs die in such a short amount of time is pretty awful. They're survived by a third dog, a blind Australian Shepard/Chow mix named Virginia (whom I've written about before). One thing they all had in common, aside from a love of dropped food and occasional room-clearing farts, is a shared love of cars. More »
