Patrick looks so adorable with his new haircut that I tried to take his picture. Not surprisingly, Willy made it impossible, lunging at me, lapping my face, wiggling the camera. The last picture does at least show Patrick posing in the background. Behind him is, of course, Benny asleep in his usual downstairs place. Later he will move upstairs to my bed until suppertime. I love these dogs, but thoughts of Lytton still invade my consciousness several times a day. If I catch them in time, I can prevent tears. Usually I can't. I cry silently now, at least, so progress is being made, and I can distract myself fairly quickly. Nothing fills the hole he left, though, and there is no doubt in my mind that I will carry it to the grave.