here today

 

on Lucy turning five.

this week is for you.

I didn't know anything about dogs but when I got the call I drove up the next day.

I'm giving them away, he said. You asked me to let you know so I'm letting you know. I'm giving them away but you can have first look if you come tomorrow.

He lived on San Juan Island. He lived on San Juan Island where he built waterfalls and danced like a fool and got high in the middle of the night so he could sleep better and we were a brief and crazy couple back in the day. His dog was a dalmatian named Lady and she snuck off at a party one night with a black lab named Rusty. One of those kind of parties, you know. An island party.

I drove five hours to the ferry landing and waited, looking out at the water, thinking about clam chowder and those waterfalls. They were pretty but they didn't last long.

I didn't know anything about dogs but when I saw you, my girl, you were climbing all over your brothers to get to the food first and you wouldn't let me hold you and I fell in love and said I'll take that one.

I'll take that one, I said.

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