A personal blog from my hometown of Ouray, Colorado. It's mostly an homage to my three dogs but there's some fire fighting, traveling and general mountain living stuff as well.
I Think I May Be The Biggest/Lamest Softie Ever
September 10th is always the hardest day of the year for me because it’s the girls’ birthday. Yesterday they turned 9.
How the fuck did we get to 9? I swear it was a week ago that we brought them home from the shelter: the top photo is from their first day with us in November 2005 … they were so little I had to carry them upstairs at night because they were not big enough to do the stairs yet!
Anyway, I always get too pensive about them on their birthday. Totally illogical, dumb and overly-emotional but, hey, I guess that’s just me with my dogs.
It’s been the best 9 years ever, ones I would not trade for anything in the world.
In another 25 years when we have to put them down at 34 years of age, I’m going to be really sad.
3 Years Ago Today
We brought the big man, Dobie home. We hoped to get 1 year with him and cannot begin to express how awesome it’s been to be at 3 years.
So, Maureen got the brilliant idea to have a party for his anniversary. We had his 4 closest friends over (Walter and Manny are missing in the first photo, but, otherwise that’s the crew surrounding me, waiting for the food).
So many presents and steak and cookies and cupcakes and floor shitting.
Yep. The old man crapped the floor at his own party. Classic Dobie. You know what they say; “It’s my party and I’ll poop if I want to …”