Day: June 1, 2006

May 30–31, 2006 I’m like that guy who picks up some floozie at the bar while his wife is in labor. As Stella was being spayed at the vet, I went to Milo to see if any hounds needed a single night of love. I was so lonely. All I wanted was a little companionship. I’d just finished reading an article about how black dogs are least likely to find new homes, so my newly […]

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