I just had to update this blog, only because on the rare times I now end up here (mostly accidentally, or on the way to edit my more recent blog), I'm met with the picture I posted of Walter on one of his last days on this Earth, and that picture and that memory fucking crushes me. So here's a picture of Walter on a good day, happy and trusting and full of splendor. And here's a picture of Bo, the Mountain Pet Rescue dog we got about six months after Walter died. We brought Bo home over Spring Break in March 2022. He's a good dog--great in many ways--but he brings along some traumas and anxieties and reactive behaviors that make him less able to be fully trusted out in The World. Still, I'm so glad to have a dog in our lives. Good dogs.