Someone has said something to the effect  if you take in a dog be prepared to give your heart away.  I don’t buy books about dogs anymore because I can’t bear the inevitable endings.  And whenever I see a dog in a movie I know damn well it’s going to get lost or get killed.  Why do they do that? When I can’t remember what my other worries are I worry about outliving my boys and having that grief or, conversely, I worry about *not*
outliving them and what will happen to them.  All those years I preached about “living in the present.”  Such crap.  There is no present.  Memories and presentiments.

Last night was apparently a two dog night.  The boys were so pressed against my back and front that I could literally not move.  Didn’t want to disturb them. One of them growls if I move too much.