Thursday, December 15, 2011
Gone to the Dogs
I thought I'd post this for kicks and giggles--my two old critters asleep on the couch in my office while I toil away at my desk, working for their chow. The white one is Thor, the black one is his mother Stella. They're 14 and 15, respectively. (I've shed many tears of shame over the girl's moral character ...or lack thereof.) I really oughta train them to make coffee and pour bourbon. Ah, hell, best to let sleeping dogs lie. They really love the winter sunlight angling in from over Mount Milner.
I can't forget ole Buck. Here he is napping in my trailer when the four of us were holed up in the Arizona desert a few winters back. He passed away a year ago last August 18th, age 13 (cancer, just like his old man, Old Shep) and we all miss the hell out of that feller. Occasionally, I still dig up his old beef bones in the flowerbeds...as do Thor and Stella.