Not so hot

It's not so hot today. The temperature dipped below 80 degrees and I put on a long-sleeved shirt. Maroon. And grey pants. Boots. Clomped down the avenue.

The house is so quiet without Bun. I never considered her the loud one. Maybe it's because she was always up to something. It was a different kind of quiet. 

I plugged in a dusty old bluetooth speaker and I've been playing music. I'm sure there's some ambient background animal sounds I could run continuously, but we're not there yet. Music is fine. 

There's a hook on the wall. I should hang a picture on it. What's the last thing I want to see before I fall asleep? An octopus wearing a top hat? An owl perched on a typewriter? A raccoon raiding a dumpster? A deep-sea diver in an old brass diving suit leaking glowing fluid from his helmet? 

I've got some odd pictures. 

I'll leave it for now. 

Bun-Bun

Bernadette L. Dog, better known as Bun-Bun, always stood out from the crowd. Last night, despite the valiant efforts of her surgical team and a 3-hour operation in the morning, she was unable to recover. She died peacefully in her sleep in the evening. Bun was the reason we had to have child-proof door latches, and couldn't leave socks on the floor. Well, it looks like she just broke into dog heaven and she's eating the socks of the angels now. I hope they're prepared for her epic side-eye when she's had enough of your nonsense. Goodnight sweet pup. 

She is survived by her biological sister, Mabel, who has requested treats in lieu of flowers.