I was never really alone...

Thank you to Chris for this photo.

When I started this post, I was not alone. (Aside from my birthday hook up) Laying by my feet as I wrote was Sunny, my cousin's golden retriever. He was the closest one I have ever had as a pet. He kept my feet warm and the floor wet with slobber. Late last night, we had to say goodbye to our dear Sunny.

So this post I dedicate to you. I remember the many walks we took so that you had to do your business and your recent connect the dots escapade. I miss the times when you would jump out of nowhere and hump my leg like there was no tomorrow. I still cringe at the thought of the camping trips we had when you sat with me... my balls still shrivel when I think of the many many times you stepped on them in your anxiety. I remember in the middle of the night in Galena when I stepped into a whole puddle of your pee because you were home sick. And of course, who can forget your daring leap into the lake that caused everybody to panic.

Its a shame you could not be my wingman for the summer. I am sure we could have gotten plenty of bitches for me and you too, I guess. I thank you for keeping me company this past December, my birthday, our nice little 3am strolls. I am sorry if I traumatized you when you walked in on me nailin some randoms...hey, I tried to keep you out with those boxes but you were just so darn persistent. I hope the treats we gave you were enough of a payback. You will always be our Sunny..go score with some bitches in doggy heaven.