When I woke up this morning and Puppy wasn't prancing around the door to go outside, I was sad. When I absentmindedly threw some treats on the floor for Puppy, I was sad. When I went to get the mail and Puppy wasn't laying in front of the door, I was sad. When Izzy started dropping food from his highchair and Puppy wasn't there to gobble it up, I was sad. When I came home from the store this morning, the silence in the house was deafening. And I was sad. I miss my dog.