Tuesday, November 2, 2010

London Calling

In a few hours, I leave for London with my wife.  There, we'll dine at two, three-star Michelin restaurants.  We'll see some plays (Deathtrap and An Ideal Husband).  We'll go to museums, stroll along the Thames, and generally recharge.  It should be wonderful.

And yet my heart is dark and full.  Leaving here means leaving behind the small white dog.  He will be surrounded by other dogs--mean dogs for all I know!--for ten days.  He won't have his own bed, or his own window, or his own mailman.  Worst, he won't know if we're coming back.  (But we are, Binks!  We are!)

Right now he's asleep, blissfully unaware of the fate that lies in store.  All the sorrow and worrying is left to us, his soon-to-desolate parents....

Halloween costume

After a walk in the dirt

Calm and wooly

Happy and shorn

Obi-Wan KeBink


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JMW said...

Hope you're enjoying London. Can't wait to hear all about it when you're back. (Happy birthday a day late, too.) I'm sure Bink is hanging in there. He's cute, but he's tough.