OFF TO MINNEAPOLIS

I'm heading off to MN this weekend. I know that you're all jealous. Don't be. I'm not going for vacation, I'm going for a school trip. It's residency week. According to the schedule I'll be in session from 8 am to 9 pm every day for the entire 6 days that I'm there. See, I told you not to be jealous.

Before I go, I figured I would tell you all of the exciting things that have been going on. Well, there isn't much. Rocky graduated from Intermediate Obedience class. Barely. But he did it. He also threw up on my bed at 3am today. Exciting stuff I tell you. He's also destroyed some of my shoes and all of my paper. Good thing he's cute or I would have strangled him.

Let's see what else. I was hit on by a woman last weekend and a fireman. The other night my neighbor came over to talk to me. I tried to avoid looking at his face with the missing teeth and as I was averting my eyes I noticed that his fly was down. Also, he talks like Farmer Fran from The Waterboy. Good stuff.

Well, that's all. I will catch up with you when I get back from MN. Take care.

Speaking of Zeke

I have been thinking about my beloved Zeke over the past few days and I was thinking of sitting down and have a heart to heart with his ashes. Yeah I know. Leave me alone.

Today I came home and there was a giant package in my mailbox from CT from a woman who's name I didn't recognize. So I ripped open the package and as I was opening it, I knew exactly what it was.

It was a portrait of Zeke. It was hand painted by a woman who worked at the vet's office. A woman, who I never actually spoke to or met. She painted a picture of him from one that I had given them. Along with it was a note saying how he was the sweetest, gentlest loving dog ever and that she missed him. It's bizarre that this showed up around the one year anniversary of his passing. I opened the portrait and I completely lost it. Here you go: