This morning I heated her food, then topped it with cut up chicken and an egg. She was delighted. But she's delighted no matter what when it comes to food in her bowl. Then I went to the garage and got her present, which was four stuffed lions with squeakers in them. That got her dancing around the livingroom. Then I took her to the park, and then I dropped her off a friend's house, a friend who is almost as crazy about her as I am. And that friend? She's taking Cheyenne to PetCo and letting her pick out her own toy and treat. Tonight, there's a small party in her honor. Seriously, was ever a dog more spoiled than my own? And rotten? You bet. Exactly how it should be!