Ella was sitting on the couch with Laura and me last night as we watched Truly, Madly, Deeply on DVD, and the poor pooch had no idea why we were both sobbing so hard. She kept looking up at us in confusion and distress, as if she'd do something to help if only she could figure out why we were sad, and whether or not that meant she should be sad too.

We're never going to be able to watch Old Yeller with her in the room.