After being 3 days without Sherman, the house is much quieter. It’s pleasant, in a way, having just the two old dogs around, but I miss him.

I also talked to Diana briefly today (less than a minute), who said that things were going well, but he did manage to break out of his crate and eat $30 worth of specialty dog treats (wheat free treats, gluten free treats, chicken strips, etc).

The folks at Alcovy named him after the Sherman tank, figuring he was going to be a really big dog. I’m thinking now it’s more like Shermans march through Atlanta, and the trail of destruction that was left…