A rough month. I know it’s not a sentence, but it is what it is. A break from the madness into another madness. This is my life. My emasculation was completed Wednesday, August 1, when by spousal mandate I returned the Dude to the shelter from whence he came. The debate was over something about what evil he was capable of doing to our new child, our close friend’s children, and a plethora of deliverymen. Not one to put supertight canine-human connection above human paternal responsibilities, I relegated the Dude to a shelter in Fillmore, where we got him. It was the most difficult action I have ever undertaken; it was really tough. But it’s done, and I must move on. Posts to come; I’m climbing back up on it.
