Longing for a dog’s life
SUNDAY, July 18 – Elsa will be going to the farm, where she boarded for a few days in December and February. This time she’ll be there for four weeks, but her caregivers have assured me that she’ll recognize us when we come to pick her up. How simple life must be when you have no sense of time. Sometimes I wish we were dogs and could cheerfully banish worries with a wag of our tail.
Diary of a Widower 