Dog

My dog was hit by a car and killed last month. She was as crazy as a sh*t-house rat, but she was sweet. Neurotic and nutty.


I didn't think I would get another dog, at least not anytime soon.


I got another dog.



This is Gilbert. He is 7-months-old. He is not crazy. I am glad.


So what does this have to do with addictions in a family? I don't know. But he is part of my family now, and he's totally cool. He doesn't bark much. He sleeps on my lap. He's house-trained. (Is that what you call it?) He gets along well with the little one. It's good. He's good for me.


In the midst of craziness, chaos, sadness and frustration, dog love is good love.