Post Bomb #1

 I went to a VIP birthday party today where someone we all know and love was celebrating his 2nd birthday.

It was all a blur, or at least my pictures are, of children and dogs and people I haven't seen much of this year.

"You look good" they told me with surprise in their voices.

Well duh, as we all know, I've been down, but I haven't been down and out. 

Mr. B had the best time, his grandfather was there along with the requisite smoked salmon and champagne and he and his partner's new dog Daisy.

 What a love. I would have taken her home if I could, but my heart was already spoken for.

 By the other dog. The one who followed me around all day not only because she misses me, but because I dispense expensive German cold cuts to her like they come from a pez machine. She was the loveliest creature of all.

And I could have taken her home, her mom is out of town, but then I thought of the grieving look she would give me when Gus took over her bed and she had to settle her aching hip on the floor and I gave it up for the greater good.

But I miss her. What a good dog.

( and if she was here she wouldn't be sitting next to me on the vintage Swedish table runner cleaning her very dirty foot, would she Gus?)