2sday, Sad day, This mornings ride, found us at the previous location of the Donuts shop,..a construction crew with Donuts equipment removing tools was at work, Daddogs eyes seem to glaze over, I hurd his tummy growl,His skin seemed to loosen , I felt helpless, We went to the store, He came out with Donuts holes, in a bag, As we drove home , he consumed the in-tire bag, ( except one), upon arrival, he stashed the bag in the trash, and brushed away the crumbs from his fur, , Momdog on her way to take out the trash, asked ” how was the jim?.. Busy ? “. Daddog says “yes, Hey I’ll take that”. -it’s sad to think my silence can be bought with a single donuts hole,