One is the loneliest

Since we lost Wallace last week we are a one dog house.
For the first time in twelve years.
Strange how loosing our thirty(ish) pound scottsman can make the house feel so empty.

Poor Flopsy has never known a time when she is the lone dog.
And she is NOT a fan of this.
At all.
She's lost her mojo along with her best friend.  (For crying out loud the boys left legos all over the floor next to her yesterday & instead of making them her afternoon snack....she ignored them!)
She doesn't want to eat.
Drags kibble around the kitchen & den, then leaves it there.
Ignores her favorite deer antlers, kongs, & tennis balls.

Not really sure if she'll perk back up until she gets another buddy...