Several hours later, I sat on the back deck drinking a glass of red wine and watching the neighbor's massive Port Orford cedar sway in the breeze. My soul remained pulverized from the loss of Gus and my inaction. Still, I consoled myself with the knowledge that he had a family that would do everything they could to resurrect his spirit because they took home such a damaged dog in the first place.
YES YES YES …. To use an old phrase from the 60s.. I have traveled from Bucharest to Berlin the last month, NOT ONE HOMELESS CAMP! Poor people? Maybe, but they had homes!!! Maybe ramshackle from first world, MTV standards… BUT HOMES AND NEIGHBORS!!
Operation Gus, god I love it!
YES YES YES …. To use an old phrase from the 60s.. I have traveled from Bucharest to Berlin the last month, NOT ONE HOMELESS CAMP! Poor people? Maybe, but they had homes!!! Maybe ramshackle from first world, MTV standards… BUT HOMES AND NEIGHBORS!!
I’m with Gus!