This morning my mother informs me that my dog died. I tell myself repeatedly that it is good that he is out of his misery. He was pretty damn old and he was having seizures and lost his eyesight. It was so bad that my mom even wanted to have him put down, but my dad wouldn't let her. He died very soon after the seizures began.
I am just glad that I got to see him again last weekend. He was such an old stinky dog, but he was still my Lucky. (that was his name)
a thought: why is it that most dogs named 'Lucky' are mangy little buggers? mine was.
put together an impromptu barbeque at my bro - bob's house. invited my other brother too. it was nice to sit and relax in the cool day of today.
and returned with yellow squash, green peppers and a green tomato. oh and a couple of cucumbers. I already have a zucchini from the last visit - so now i have to figure out how to prepare it in a way that lauren actually eat it.
look at me... i'm an exciting party animal! it is saturday night!