Last night one of our dogs was acting weird and stank. I checked her out and she must of ate a sock or something. Her stomach was rock hard and her guts where coming out of you know where. Called Evil at play practice and told her. She came home and we decided the dog needed to be put down. We also talked about another one of our dogs that was old toothless and getting mean. I new she needed to be put down awhile ago but was putting it off. We talked to the boys and agreed to do it now to instead of having to go through it again in 6 months. Sooo my oldest and I took they out to a shelter belt and I had to do it. I always hate having to do it but I couldn't let someone else do it. Could sleep all night. And today sucked to it was rough going to work and not thinking about it. I miss my dogs.