Time has not flown by, and many circumstances have completely changed. It has been one year, an anniversary of major disruption to what was a journey. Boodini rests on the other side and I am here now.
It had a been a year since our normal dog Sadie left us, and I had a flyer that a person gave me cause they said I needed a running partner, a dog. After an agreement from the home front, I sent the adoption papers in. As we sat in the living room going through the prelims, I set the gatorade bottle half filled with kibble and watched as Boodini pawed it over and ate the spilled food. I never felt fear although this was a lethal combination for her and anyone that wanted to get near her possessions. Days before leaving for Hardrock in Colorado, the better half told me that I should know that I couldn't keep this dog. I never spoke a word, and I thought once I hit the road it would all figure itself out. And so it goes. This would prove to be no Normal Dog or a Normal Journey.
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