Nietzsche

For those of you who read my blog, but maybe not Ted’s or Lura’s, I’m sorry to tell you that I lost my dog-in-law on Tuesday. (that sounds like she was my dog…she was my mother-in-law’s dog, but not her dog-in-law, or Ted’s dog-in-law, so that’s why I phrased it that way.) Nietzsche was a very good girl, the kind of dog who you dog-sit, and then think, “hmmm….maybe we should get a dog,” which is how we ended up with Genevieve.

Nietzsche, you will be dearly missed. You’re such a good girl, and I’m so sorry that we didn’t get to say good bye to you. Don’t worry, either there are no balloons in doggy heaven, or you aren’t afraid of them anymore.