Our bulldog, Boss, passed away yesterday. I'm still in a bit of a shock from the phone call last night about it. He was always such a happy "little" dog, even when you could tell he wasn't feeling very well, he'd still come up to you and wag his stub of a tail. Boss was the only dog that we ever had that I remember as a puppy. I remember him playing in the snow the first winter that we had him and the snow was higher then he was. He had to jump in order to get through the snow. I also remember him dressed up in a Halloween costume that my mom bought for him as he stood outside while candy was handed out to the kids in the old neighborhood. It's going to be very strange to visit my parents now and not have him come and greet us. He's going to be missed.