Chimera Song Mosaic
Tuesday, May 29, 2007
I will miss your bark, your boof, your howl and tap. Even your pants and sighs. I can look at pictures to help me remember the shape and texture of your ears, your crusty paws, your nubby tail and deep eye furrow. But I don't have many recordings of your voice. I wish you could have heard mine while you died if it would have been some comfort to you. But I think you knew that above all, you were loved.
Good day, Big Dog.
June 22, 1992 - May 29, 2007
Monday, May 28, 2007
Whoa. I haven't written in a long time. But I am back to reading vampire stuff now; I finally dipped into the Anita Blake series.
The big news is that I've finally gone south: As of this morning, I am officially a resident of Argentina! From now on, I will be blogging from the Southern Hemi. Cool.