I hear the cone a comin'...

He's comin' round the bend
And he ain't seen the sunshine, since I don't know when.
But his tail is always waggin'
Whenever I come home...
And he's humpin' his bitch, Maya,
She's from San Antone...

This is the song Michael and I have been singing (put it to the tune of Johnny Cash's 'Folsom Prison Blues') every time we see Cirrus. He really seems to like it, at least he doesn't seem to hate it anyway. I know, we're both a little crazy, but unfortunately our poor little puppy is kind of one of the most important living creatures in our life right now. So, until he passes on or we actually conceive, then we will be writing and dedicating songs to him (and our other puppy, Maya).