I was going to post about how much fun Puppy had at the dog park yesterday. I was going to talk about how my hip is a little wonky and what I’m going to do about it.
But then I got the call that Charlie, my BFF’s dog, passed away.
And suddenly posting about anything else doesn’t feel right.
Charlie was four years old and my Dixie’s boyfriend. Today I’m remembering his wiggly butt and puppy kisses.
Hug your best friends extra tight today for Charlie.
“A person who has never owned a dog has missed a wonderful part of life.” -Bob Barker