As hard as it is to believe this is the one thousand, five hundredth post that I’ve published to this blog. When I noticed the published post count was getting close to this number I decided that I should acknowledge it in some way.
|Me (age 9?) with Bruno, the dog we got before I started school and who lived until a couple days before I started college in August 1980.
|My dad with Buffy in the late summer/early fall of 1981. Buffy was an extremely cuddly pit bull. You really can’t tell from this photo how massive she was but it’s the only photo I have of her.|
Hard as it is to believe, I didn’t live with a dog again until I got Darryl in 1994. I wasn’t a homebody during my 20s and I would have felt too guilty leaving the dog alone that much. For the first few years I had Darryl, I had dog walkers, the neighbor girl, my parents, and Jimmy (after I met him in 1997) come over when I was at work for hours and hours (in my prior career).