Monthly Archives: April 2013

Good girl.

Cutest Dog in the world?

It’s been a really hard year so far. Between the move to Idaho, Cameron starting her new job, my frequent travel back and forth between Boise and Las Vegas, the same kind of breast feeding problems that Logan experienced, both of our fathers going through chemotherapy, and probably a number of other stressful things we’ve had to deal with, we’ve had our plate full. Throughout all of that, our beloved Puddles has been a trooper.

Puddles remains very interested in Logan.

When Logan was born, she didn’t really seem that excited about him, but eventually grew attached to the new baby.

She didn’t seem particularly happy that we’d made another baby, but she came to terms with it, and would frequently follow us around to make sure Emma was okay. She liked to sleep at Cameron’s feet while Emma fed. She endured a 12 hour trip to Boise in an RV with the kind of terrified reservation that dogs reserve for things they don’t want to do.She endured it because she’s a good girl.

Hanging out with Puddles

For nearly 13 years Puddles has been our more or less constant companion. Before the kids were born, she was our child surrogate. We adopted her from the Henderson pound when she was just 6 weeks old. She was tiny, scared, and had a funny name that we ended up keeping.

Puddles.jpg When she was a puppy, she couldn’t stay still long enough for us to take clear pictures of her. She was constantly moving around and always blurry in photos.

Puddles_blurry.jpg As she’s gotten older she’s slowed down, preferring to take naps more than chase balls, something she more or less non stop when she was younger. I took her to the dog park last week, and she was only chased the ball once before bringing it only half way back to me. She was more interested sniffing the ground and laying in the sun.


Puddles was a good girl. She was my baby.

Soon to be best friends Puddles passed away this morning following a rapid onset of liver failure. It’s been a rough weekend for all of us. Puddles was a hug part of our life, and her loss is leaving a gaping hole. She was a good girl.