I think I may already have posted this picture–one of my all-time favorite photos, of my absolute all-time favorite dog–but a picture Olof took the other day reminded me of it, and I had to dig it up again. Her name was Bubba, that dog, and she (yes, “she” — she was named when I got her, and the name suited her to a T) was the dog of my life. I simply cannot put into words how much I loved her. I got her the summer I was 16, when she was seven months old, and we were boon companions until she died in February 2000, when she was 11. She was with me through high school and college, through two marriages and divorces, through the birth of my first child, through my diagnosis with MS, and through much, much more that wouldn’t have been the same without her. I doubt I’ll ever stop missing her.

Anyway, here’s the picture, and, following, the picture that brought it to mind. If I can’t have Bubba with me, Asbjørn is a mighty fine alternative.