August was a long month. Watching the news is difficult (yet I can’t tear myself away) and September seems to be more of the same. I have to remind myself to step away and disconnect for a bit. My friend Dana and I made time this holiday weekend to take Arya and Zamboni to the Wissahickon Valley Park in Philadelphia. It’s a really popular (and huge!) urban park, and we had never been. It was so nice to get some fresh air and not hear city buses for a couple hours. And of course, the pups loved it and were exhausted by the time we got home (Zamboni doesn’t live with me full-time, so I always try to do something special when we’re reunited). Definitely adding a return to the Wissahickon to my fall bucket list. Hope you enjoy the photos!
You probably don’t remember this, since you’re a dog and don’t keep a calendar, but you came home with us six months ago today. It was a long car ride up from Wilmington, but you did so well — I knew that was a good sign.
I was so happy to have you home, because it meant having company every night when your dad is off conquering the world of high school sports reporting. It meant having an exercise buddy for walks around the neighborhood (well, when it’s above freezing). It meant having a furry face lick me awake each morning I’m off from work. And even though you take up too much room in the bed, you’re worth it.
Undeniably, the best part of having you around is the extra dose of personality you bring to our home. Not that we needed it, but you know. Your oinks and roars and monthly bark crack us up. Your sarcastic faces are my favorite thing to photograph (I’ve met more dramatic dogs, but you’re the snarkiest). Your curiosity means you fit right in.
Stay cool, kid. We have many more months (and years) ahead. And don’t worry, I’m already planning your birthday for next month.