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In his grief over the loss of a dog, a little boy stands for the first time on tiptoe, peering into the rueful morrow of manhood. After this most inconsolable of sorrows there is nothing life can do to him that he will not be able… Read More
Before we can believe in ourselves, sometimes we first have to believe in a dog. Read More
Tomorrow, Penny Mayhem turns 8. If there was ever an age that belonged to my girl, it is this one. The number whose symbol is infinity stood upon its head. Fitting, because in a race between Penny and our infinite cosmos, infinity is starting to sweat. Read More
Ten years ago today, a helpless puppy was born. Shortly thereafter, he was entrusted to a hapless boy. We were a hopeless pair from the start. Read More