Boo Day II

So today marks Boo's second birthday. His treat for today was an extra long walk, where he got to sniff at all the lovely stuff rotting alongside the road and bark at dogs much larger than him (including barking at a very large and playful Newfoundland dog) and an extra dose of puppy crack. Puppy crack is some kind of dried liver thing that he goes absolutely apeshit over.

We haven't had him for two years, of course. But it feels like he's been part of our lives for that long, if not more. We spent weeks doing the research on the breed. In case you're just wandered by for the first time, Boo is a Coton de Tulear. Then there was the weeks we spent waiting from the time he was born until we could finally get him.

He's been a good dog. I would fear for Cathy's sanity the past couple of years without him. And, by default, my sanity. Because while I like having Boo around, Cathy would have nothing to pick on and maul if he wasn't around except for me. And that likely would have driven me mad.

I've already put a lot of pictures of Boo up online, so I'll just keep to a couple today. The first one we ever received and one I took this evening. He's changed just a wee bit over the past two years.


A couple of hours old.


A couple of hours ago, perched on his throne by the window where he can look out and bark at every dog that walks by the apartment.

Last Five
1. Return - OK Go
2. Winter (live) - Tori Amos
3. Pope - Prince
4. The heart of Saturday night - Tom Waits
5. Closing the door and opening the window - Drive