Best Laid Plans, Yadda Yadda Yadda

Those of you who know me are aware that I lost my roommate and hairy son, my Bernese Mountain Dog, Cooper, last month.  It was a wrenching and traumatic time, and I wasn’t able to speak about him without breaking down until just a few days ago.

In the interim, I somehow managed to take into my home a young, eight-month-old Belgian Malinois puppy named Jake.  Who, by the way, wants to sample wine.  But I digress.

In the two and half weeks that Jake has lived with me, we have had an established routine:  he gets to stay in the air-conditioned house during these hot days in Vegas.  He stays in a pen in the

It's hot out here!

back bedroom, with a small bowl of kibbles, a bowl of ice water, several toys and a bed.  I leave a radio on for noise.  He now knows what’s going on in the world because I’m a news junkie.

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