Though I have to stop and remember to breathe during these busy choc-a-block days, all is quiet on the Western Front...if we're talkin' Adoption. We should hear from BDO any day now (if you're reading between the lines you know that means I'm chomping at the bit and slightly on edge about any news as far as the next step).
We're enjoying the dry but freezing temperatures and if I return from an early morning run one of these days without an ear or a thumb, I likely won't notice until I thaw out several minutes later. I love it though. It's a great change and the freezing without the neige is perfect for now. Who knows, we may convince Tait to wear socks yet. We turned a corner the other night and his jacket is finally (!!) replacing his vest. Baby steps.
We lost a dear friend and lifelong companion this past Saturday, ironically it was Tucker's 6th birthday. Perhaps this is the reason for the blog silence. Dear Charly was 17 years and 7 months old. He joined our family when I was 12, (go ahead and do the math) and we lived in the lower mainland. He came with us when we moved to England, then back home, and then over to HongKong when my parents moved over 10 years ago. Truly the 3 continent puppy. If you're not a dog lover this may seem trivial but I can assure you, it is not. He was and always will remain a part of our family.