It was October 2015 and I was falling in love. It was the Sunday afternoon of Columbus Day weekend and I was working in the front garden of my house on R Street with my monster-sized bloodhound Moose snoring in the sun. I was happy, it was a gorgeous, cloudless day. I had somewhere around thirty days of sobriety and I had been thinking about A. pretty much non-stop all weekend.
Moose was enormous--and one thing people should appreciate about bloodhounds is that there can be a lot of drool. By a lot--I mean, really more than you could have ever expected.
My favourite part of the story is the really big dog. I wish I could post images in the comments section..! I'll just have to write a post about it.
Thank you! Moosie was a pretty special dog--sometimes the right dog at the right time matters a lot.
Thank you for letting us in. (That is also a really big dog).
You’re always too nice--thank you!
You are brave, sir. And you're giving us a gift.
(Also, that dog is gigantic, and I have mad respect for your son's persuasiveness.)
Moose was enormous--and one thing people should appreciate about bloodhounds is that there can be a lot of drool. By a lot--I mean, really more than you could have ever expected.