Monday, February 4, 2008
Fishing for Dogs
Warmer week. Everything revolves around the weather. Summer's ornamental grass hangs in there all winter, soft plumes of flowering grass heads. Softening on the idea of a new puppy, not to replace Kintu, but to add spice to the pack. Has only been a couple months since Kintu expired. Worry that the more Basenjis with whom we live only increases the chances of one dying, but luckily, nothing I ever imagine happens. The world is far stranger than anything imaginable.