Dogs show their six years each of living, fatter, limpier, and more rheumy in the eyes. Love them doggies, yes I do. The black dog is mine, funny that way, love them both, but feel much more deeply reflected in the shining ripples of chocolate fur, devourer of souls, loyal to her priceless wild side. Time, always winding up, irrelevant to true enjoyment.
Born & raised in northern California, with a few summers in NY. Spent my teenage years in West Sonoma County where the rocks, trees, and creeks became me. Lived in SF and the East Bay ever since. Do not believe in "too much fun".