This is Yolie and Lucy on our last East/West Ranch walkabout. The Taurus has decided that the Bulldog must obey. The Bulldog is dubious about this new state of affairs, to say the least. But as headstrong and willful as that Lucy is, my money is on the taller one.
I’ll keep you posted.
My wife had been on a bulldog tear for about five years, just freakin’ obsessed with them. Their schrunchy faces, their wide-legged stance- it drove her crazy. But they cost about as much as a small house in North Dakota, so it was never really REALLY gonna happen.
Then last summer, it did. Just like that, so fast we didn’t have time to think about it. Or I didn’t. I dunno, it’s all kinda hazy now…we were at a gas station, there was a picture of the puppies on the window, the breeder was nearby (okay, a half-hour drive into the middle of nowhere, but, hey…) we went out to take a look, we drove home (another hour), we got into the house and sat down, got up, drove back out, grabbed the dog, drove home, and I lost my wife.
I mean it.
She loves this damn dog so bad it makes her teeth hurt.
It is the single best thing I could ever, ever, ever have done for her.
How can you put a price on love?
By the way, love, love, love, love, love to you all.
May you be happy.
May you have peace.
May you be free from suffering.
May all your wishes be granted.