About six months ago, our pup Gumper unexpectedly died. He was young…just 1 1/2 years old. It was one of those things that you can’t explain. And it was heartbreaking.
After that, we took a doggie break. Spent a lot of time talking with our five-year-old about death and the cycle of life (during which time she switched from unintentionally referring to all graveyards as “junk yards”).
Then, missing that dog energy from our home, I started stalking dog rescue groups online…looking for the right dog to follow in Gumper’s fine paw-steps.
Two weeks ago, we brought this guy home. 1/2 St. Bernard. 1/2 Great Pyrenees. About two years old. A rescue from Tennessee.
He’s a lovebug. And my daughter named him…BOINGA!
Here’s a good shot of Boinga getting ready to go to the bus stop with us in the morning. (Tully’s bus driver brings him biscuits…oh, this boy is spoiled.)
And, he’s a great writing partner. (Good thing, ’cause I’ve got a hell of a lot of writing to get done.)