Fall is here, and we've seen snow again. Settling into a routine, which is good for everybody. Getting used to the environment, hard to believe it's been almost a year here. So far, the new job is good, new boss is good -- but it's rather like taking a job in Poland or Hong Kong -- there is so much to learn that's not on the surface and visible, and it's the subtle nuance that matters most...
My favorite thing to do is still to haul the pups to the Dog Park near home. Fargo's still as ball-crazy as ever, and Brock is... getting old. I know Irish Wolfhounds don't live all that long, but it will be horrible when he dies. But death is a reality, I know -- I just don't want to face it.
Sometimes when he gets up in the morning, I can tell how stiff and sore he is -- and he's, what, almost six? That's NOT that old! But he still turns heads when he's at the bark park, that's for sure!
