Sandy, the world's second worst best dog, has cancer. She was diagnosed back in September and given 3 weeks to live. Sandy doesn't like being told how long to live. The cancer has now spread to her lungs and in January the vet said, "I'd say 2 weeks, but it's Sandy, so she might just outlive us all." Sandy is ridiculously stubborn, not even cancer can slow her down. Other than a chronic cough, you wouldn't be able to tell anything is wrong. She is still making mischeif... She still firmly believes the world is at her beck and call. She can still keep up with the pack, and is always eager to go on a hike. She still greets you in the morning as if you just won the lottery, and will dance right along with you, by bouncing on her front paws. I can think of no better place for her to spend her last days then up here at Chalet du Francais, it's a dogs paradise.