Home

I made it home, the real home, for one day and two nights. Oreo and Kirby were ecstatic to see me, Kirby nearly dancing into the upper middle room when I walked in. He's doing fairly well, for an old, old guy, and he was pretty much pup-like last night and today. When I pet him now, I am - well, I always have been - struck by how thick and powerful his chest and shoulders are. Even at his age, he's still what we would call barrel chested if he were an old guy at the gym. I think we can still call him barrel chested - he's earned it.

It's great to be home, albeit for a short time only.