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