Poor, dear little Ash. We had a 180 lb. Newfie whom we dieted down to a svelte 160 lb., who lost the use of her distal half, so I used to pick her up and bring her out into the back yard wheelbarrow-style. We still have the military surplus litter we bought for taking her on her last camping trip. She loved camping and her favorite thing to do was to race us to the camp cots to see who would have to sleep on the floor of the tent. We have photos of her huge, screwy grin as she peeked out of the tent.
Crickets?