Sometimes you never find the body. Just the fluff. Nature can be cruel.

I am head over heels in love with Leigha. She is a trash can raider, a counter surfer, a shoe stealer and occasionally a bit vague about the whole "housebroken" concept. She is also very sweet and she wants to be a good girl.

I had to go to PetSmart today. Seems someone chewed the plastic dog food bowl into tiny pieces while I was at work Friday. We're rounding up the usual suspects.

Anyway, there was a man with a beautiful golden retriever standing in line as I went in. I asked if I could pet him, and then I just fell apart. I hadn't seen a goldie since Ginnie passed away, and I did not expect the impact it would have. I had to retreat to a deserted aisle to recover.

I pulled myself together and found the metal food and water bowls I came in for and headed for the checkout, but then I heard a squeaky squeaky noise and remembered that I had planned to buy a new toy for Leigha.

I was delighted to find a toy specifically designed for big dogs. The label said "No Stuffing," which would only mean something to dog owners who have come home to a living room full of polyester fluff.

It also came with six replacement squeakers and a velcro opening in its belly. It's about damn time someone figured that out.