Monday, June 11, 2007

My Dog Days...

Also from today's NYT:

MY little guy is growing up fast. He’s toilet-trained, he goes uncomplainingly to sleep and he no longer chews on his playmates’ faces until they bleed. He is 8 months old, and I know, years from now, that I will always remember this summer as the time he and I fell in love.

Between this summer and next, this latest beagle — the third of my adult life — will age from zero to 1 (or zero to 7), on a fast track to reduce me to mourning sometime in my early 50s.

Read it all

Sometimes I miss Alexander (my dog who is still being "boarded" after nearly four years back in Indianapolis) so much!

RFSJ

1 comment:

Troglodyteus said...

Some say we are made in the image and likeness of God. Yet I was made with a hole that only a dog can fill. Does that mean God has a dog? Or am I merely dyslexic?