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Thoughts on a New Puppy and My Own Mortality
Some thoughts are more upbeat than others.
As you might have read previously, my wife and I recently moved back to Tecumseh, OK. Initially, my wife was hesitant to move back, so I had to do some intense negotiating. Included in those negotiations was getting a second dog. For the past five years, our dog, Ollie had been taking care of our canine needs.
My wife wanted a second dog. I didn’t mind the idea of a second dog but wanted a fenced yard to let the dogs run in. I found a really good fenced backyard in Tecumseh. Which was 1300 miles away from our then-present home in Largo, FL. Ultimately I negotiated our move to Oklahoma. In much the same way the Indians allegedly bargained their way into some beads and trinkets for Manhatten Island.
And we have another mouth to feed.
Anyway, you see the newest addition to our family, Gabby. She is a Yorkie-Chihuahua mix. She is obviously extremely cute and attacks life head-on. For that matter, she attacks everything else head-on. Her brother, our hands, her toys, pretty much anything she comes across.
Gabby is now about nine months. I just turned 67. This is the first time I’ve had a dog that could very possibly outlive me. That’s a sobering thought. If somebody was making book on the Lambert Family…
