Dear Max, You were a really awesome buddy. It is with my heavy heart that I wish you better days, big fields and flowers. I hope you are in a better place.
My husband and I came by our predilections for working twelve hours a day honestly. We're Baby Boomers and must feel some vestigial responsibility to atone for our generation's earlier excesses with sex, drugs and rock and roll. Given our work schedules, it was a no-brainer that our two sons would be the only mammals invited to live with us.
Your "mistake" isn't getting a dog. It's "giving" a dog to a 10-year-old -- and expecting him to shoulder most of the burden.
What would happen if 16 chickens tried to cross the road? The photos would be really, really cute. She began asking me to