Just in case anyone missed him, we finally had to put Dreamer down. His level of discomfort and hip dysplasia just got to be too much. The old guy was in pain much of the times, but kept his sunny, cheerful, make the most of every opportunity disposition right until the end. That made it a really tough decision, weighing the two hours a day when he was a happy cheerful dog, against the 22 hours a day he was either asleep or in pain. The biggest part of the decision being the amount he's deteriorated in the last 3 weeks. He clearly had no hope to get better, has been on pain meds for so long it was getting hard to find anything effective to help him, and had sunk far below what you could call a comfortable life. What a gamer. No matter how bad he felt, he always got up for the bell, and made something of what he had left.