It's been 10 months now since Ben passed away. Where has the time gone? I still feel like I'm living in a “fog”. I keep wondering if I will feel this way for the rest of my life or if I will one day start to enjoy “living” again. Woke up to a beautiful morning so took Hiker out for our usual 1.5 mile walk. When we got home I took my older vacuum outside and cleaned Hiker's hair out of both of my vehicles. Then I came in and vacuumed her hair up out of my carpet. Tried to get Hiker out on the patio with her “Shed Pal” to brush her and get some of that hair off of her. She doesn't mind the regular brush but she does not like the kind that helps pull out the hair under the outer fur that falls out so much. She is just too smart for me. She knows what I'm trying. I had to bribe her with treats and even then, she gets nervous and pees while I'm holding her down and she squirms and eventually gets away from me. After lunch, Hiker and I went out and sat on the patio. She mostly laid in the grass in the sun, I sat in Ben's big chair on the patio in the shade. After about an hour or so, we decided to head out for another walk. We did 2 miles this time. It was about 70° as we were walking. Lots of people out on the trail.