Two friends made their final journey recently.
Miss Blueberry, the ever elegant Greyhound.
We will miss you, elegant lady. I hope that Bunny is up to filling your place as the queen of the household.
You can visit her blog here.
And Remi, the giant Dalmatian (well, not really, he's a great dane dog).
Our giant friends are never with us for long. Remi was just seven (like my Mango).
You can visit his blog here.
Momma passed her stupid exam. She's now a certified actual Project Management Professional (makes me wonder what she's been doing the past 87 years operating without a license).
Did anybody read momma's blue words yesterday?
Did everybody in blogland know that she was on a puppy quest besides yours truly?
It isn't about "get a puppy" or "don't get a puppy." It's about trust.
What else has she done without consult?
The cement pond next door opened just in the nick of time. It is surface of the sun jungle hot here and I, for one, think that nothing heals sorrow, or feels more like a celebration, or lightens the load of betrayal like a dip in the pool.
Try it, you'll see what I mean.
|Sorry for the blurry photo.|
Momma should have used the high speed action setting on the flashy.
I ZOOM through the water. She calls me her little otter.
P.S. From Mango Momma - thank you for all your considered responses to yesterday's post. It is wonderful to read many different experiences and perspectives and to know that there is a community of crazy dog people who spend a lot of time considering what is best for their beloved friends.