The sound, intoxicating.
Sent me into a panic today, and to the Vet’s again. I wondered what had happened, how it got so big. In my gut, I felt the bandage was cutting off her circulation, so I cut it off. We drove away immediately. Later, I learned I was right. She is back in the cone, a new one. Moral, trust your gut. Could save a dog’s life (paw).
And B. Having fun.
On Father’s Day
That smile, the joy of agency. Endless wonder in childhood firsts.