Autumn is fast fleeing, though the trees are only halfway done dropping their leaves. The temperature has been steadily falling ever since the great storm over the weekend. This evening I had on my heavy long coat, a wool hat, gloves, and sensible clothing underneath it, but I was losing all feeling in my toes by the time I got out of the cold. I need to buy some thick wool socks and some thick sturdy shoes for winter.
I drove into San Francisco tonight to return a watch. Afterwards, I met Shelly Ross for dinner. We stuffed ourselves silly on salad and dessert at the Cheesecake Factory while she told me about her incredible trip to Thailand and Cambodia. She gave me a t-shirt from the Elephant Round Up in Surin. If I don't manage the trip to Australia in June I am definitely going to Thailand next fall and see the elephant festival with John. And I would very much like to visit Cambodia and see Angkor Wat before the Cambodian government bans tourists from getting close to any of the temples.
Back home, John confirmed that we have sufficient money to pay the Golden Gate Labrador Retriever Rescue group's fee. I hope we will be looking at dogs in another week or so. I lay in bed last night thinking about Dixie and I realized my memories of her were starting to fade just a little bit. I suppose I'm getting used to thinking of her in the past tense. I don't know, thinking about her now makes me want to cry, but...I have to let this go. It's no good being so upset about something as natural as death. She had a terrific life with us, and we loved her, and she's gone now. We would like to give another dog a second chance. I hope we can find a lab who needs us.
I know when we get a new pet I'll remember how tiresome it is to always have to be home by a certain time and all that, but I think the inconvenience is more than worth it in order to have a dog. Dogs are just so much fun, so delighted by our company, so goofy and happy and entertaining. And it would be good to have a faithful hound to walk with under the frosty moon on winter nights again. I miss those midnight walks with my fuzzy dogface most of all.
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