We return

I'm not sure why I haven't written anything for a while. I suppose part of it was that Dash was doing so well. It's interesting that strife brings forth creation. Plato talks about the divine madness of art and this seems to be somewhat a permutation of that. When I fear his loss, I write, when he's well I don't.

Dash came down about a week ago with a bad case of diarrhea. We thought we had it licked after a trip to the vet and a diet of chicken, rice and pasta but it's returned. We hope to avoid having to take him off the Petmedin which solved the loose poo problem the first time. He's gaunt and thin again which doesn't seem to affect his joyful and playful nature but his boniness saddens me deeply. I fear the blackberries I see in bloom will bear bitter fruit if he's not here to walk with me as I pick them in the Summer.

I wax moribund... he's a joy. I took him to Crissy field yesterday where he as always would have stayed the night if left to his own devices. He also was unflappable by the windsurfer sails and kites which was remarkable as they used to cause him great alarm. A few shots of the beautiful boy on a very blustery day.

A windy day at the beach

Relaxing out of the wind