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....
|After a walk in the dirt|
|Calm and wooly|
|Happy and shorn|