We Interrupt this Blog with a Sleeping Puppy
Though I guess he’s technically not a puppy anymore?
It’s almost about 1 year since Kristin and I got Gambit, and it’s been a pretty wild ride, with his post-Katrina feral-ness, his initial shyness (we actually had to pick him up to take him outside so he could do his business), the parasites in his body, the urinary birth defect, the removal of a kidney and (now) some kind of tendonitis that means he should refrain from chasing tennis balls/jumping for frisbees (?!?). But I wouldn’t trade any of those weird medical, er, quirks for the world, because he’s pretty much the sweetest, most cuddly dog I’ve ever known, and he’s one hella tough, persistent dog. And a total goofball.
Here’s to you, Gambit!
Oh my god the cuteness. He looks so utterly casual and at ease, lying on that rug with the sunlight shining on his head. That’s the good life.
Eh, they’re always puppies.
Lucky dog.