Today, SweatpantsandCoffee published one of my blog posts, with a new intro and a link to the #whatwouldyougive campaign. So cool! Thanks Amy Ferris, Nanea Hoffman, and Eva Zimmerman for making it happen. You ladies are fabulous! Now onto today’s blog…

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Otto is asleep in a crate next to the dining room table, curled up on top of one of my old purple cardigans and a towel. Breathing evenly, he snuggles with the new toy that Scarlett picked out for him, a squeaky bright green bunny with a name that’s fun to say: Kong Wubba. Kong WUB-BA.

Otto is a new puppy, not quite 8 weeks old, and, like the average human baby, he sleeps 18 hours a day. Some of this happens in my lap, and despite having lived with him for less than two full days, our family has fallen in love. I’ll enjoy my little lap dog while I can. He came from a litter of 13 German Shorthaired Pointers. Big, high energy hunting dogs.

We went to visit the puppies in their home in Sacramento about a week ago, where it was 100° and all of the dogs, plus Scarlett, were wilting in the heat. There was no way to get my wheelchair into the house, but I was able to roll it through to the backyard, where I sought out a small patch of shade, and succumbed to the wiggly puppy invasion. Puppies have no fear, and the wheelchair didn’t faze them a bit. They climbed all over me, finding little nooks to tuck their tiny bodies into, and then settling down to chew on my Uggs, a  stupid choice of footwear given the weather.  Read More>