Another post in my continuing “Days of Yore” series, catching up on long-overdue photos of Truman’s final days as a puppy-in-training….
August 8, 2008 — Last Day at Home
The “lasts” are all pretty much a bummer. On Truman’s last full day at home, I took a photo of him in his Happy Place, on the blue rug by the sliding glass door to the balcony, because I thought it would be a nice contrast to a similar photo I took in the first few days he lived with me. It’s hard to believe he was ever so small, isn’t it?
And Wolf and I took him on one last walk along the bluff that overlooks Playa Vista on one side and Marina del Rey on the other. The Roo and I used to walk there frequently, enjoying the view, and the breeze, and the little lizards that would scurry across the sidewalk path, and the way the traffic noise didn’t matter because if you just looked in the other direction, you could pretend it was the ocean.
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