We Interrupt this Blog with a Sleeping Puppy
Though I guess heâs technically not a puppy anymore?
Itâs almost about 1 year since Kristin and I got Gambit, and itâs been a pretty wild ride, with his post-Katrina feral-ness, his initial shyness (we actually had to pick him up to take him outside so he could do his business), the parasites in his body, the urinary birth defect, the removal of a kidney and (now) some kind of tendonitis that means he should refrain from chasing tennis balls/jumping for frisbees (?!?). But I wouldnât trade any of those weird medical, er, quirks for the world, because heâs pretty much the sweetest, most cuddly dog Iâve ever known, and heâs one hella tough, persistent dog. And a total goofball.
Hereâs to you, Gambit!
Oh my god the cuteness. He looks so utterly casual and at ease, lying on that rug with the sunlight shining on his head. Thatâs the good life.
Eh, theyâre always puppies.
Lucky dog.