I returned to Washington in July of last year after visiting the family in Ohio. I immediately drove from the airport out to Sedro-Wooley, WA to take a look-see at some puppies. They were the half nieces and nephews of Coco and I was already certain I wanted one, but had second pick of the litter and had to actually decide on one. Of course there is no proof of this, as all the photos of that trip and the tiny pup I brought home a week later were only on my phone, which I smashed to bits accidentally at the end of a hike. So. Here we are in maybe September or October. The pup's name is Birdie, and you can see her in Anna's lap with her Aunt Coco. You will see her one million more times because I take one million photos of her most all of the time.
1. Oh I can look nice while getting the buffalo into the photo. Great. I win at life.
Buffalo didn't care one bit.
I've also, for quite a number of years, even in Philadelphia, thought about being a foster parent. And as I get older and seemingly nowhere closer to finding a partner who might want to knock me up, the sense that I could be of use to kids in crisis grows stronger. But that, too, takes money and time and an extra layer of stability that I've not quite reached as of yet. Many thoughts I'm having these days.