Happiness. It's relative.
Tomorrow we scatter Punchy’s ashes. We’ve had dogs die and not gotten their ashes but learned that this type of economizing is short-sighted and sad-making. Learning our lesson, Punchy’s remains have been in a beautifully detailed tiny urn for well over a year. He… Continue Reading “Our Good Boy Goes Back to the Beach”
It took putting a blanket on the floor and sweet talking him for five minutes to get Punchy to hang out with me in my office. It’s a first, him laying there while I type. He’s a very tentative dog. Sort of like a… Continue Reading “Graduality”
Our new dog, Punchy, chomped on my hand today. I was holding a Milk-Bone at the time so I’m not entirely blameless here. Still, the chomp hit my upper thumb, sort of a jaws wide open grab whatever is meat kind of action like… Continue Reading “Advent 8: Punch”
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