Scott's faithful companion Axl moved on to dog heaven yesterday evening. He was a good dog in a quiet, dignified way. He was also probably about 200 years old in dog years, so it was time. The last time I saw Axl was the evening of the Superbowl, when he came over with Scott to watch the game. The poor feller was barely able to stand anymore and had been on an expensive cocktail of steroids for some time. Scott found him by a road stop, and Axl had been with him for as long as I'd known Scott, so I can understand why Scott had a hard time putting Axl down. I have a hard time picturing Seattle, or even Scott, for that matter, without Axl.