I’m sneaking up on finishing Part VII (final) of my blogseries “In Praise of Men.” I should have it within two or three days, at most.
Because you’ve been so patient and because today is Patreon’s pay-out day and I want you all to get your money’s worth, I intended to post something, even if pretty insignificant.
I was pondering what to post (and thinking maybe news links while also wondering if anything even qualifies as news any more) when my neighbor showed up with a carton of her famous split-pea soup and slices of homemade bread. Mmmmmm.
She also brought the best of her two dogs with her.
It’s been nearly five months since Furrydoc came to put Ava down. I haven’t had a dog in the house in all that time — and trust me, five dogless months is a long time hereabouts. I’ve taken to stopping strangers on the street to ask if I can talk to their doggies. So I requested that Emma (the dog, not the neighbor) stay a while.
And here she is.
She’s old. She’s angelic. And she’s currently sleeping on the rug at my feet as I type this.
My computer keyboard is already full of dog fur, just like old times.