So {sniff}, I watched {sniff} Marley & Me {sniff} last night {double sniff}.  Holy cow that movie struck a chord or two.  I have a few snaps of my beloved mutt after he had literally ransacked our basement when he was in his younger days.  The poor boy has gone from being a spoiled inside(ish) dog to being relegated to the backyard for a couple of reasons.  Shepherd/husky/lab crosses = 80 lbs of fur is one.  The other being our daughter is allergic to him.  We couldn’t bare to give him up as he’s 9 years old and our first furry son, so we’ve come to a mutually agreed upon arrangement.

However, after watching Marley & Me, my husband and I looked at each other and snuck him in for some cuddles and carrots (he’s strange and loves carrots and popcorn).  It was actually kind of funny as he really didn’t know what to do with himself once inside.  It’s been 2 years since he’s been exclusively outside and he’s adjusted well.  He just kept looking at us like, “What’s wrong?  Why are you letting me in?”

Here’s to you Sitka!