Homesick for Mance

These last few weeks in Mexico are going to be rough. Yesterday, I had a few moments where I thought I would lose it while thinking about our dog. My mom’s been great to take care of him (and she’s going to hate to see him go). But, I’m ready to have my dog back. To smell his frito-smelling toes. To feel him nudge me with his cold nose. If you take one look at him, I think you’ll see why I miss him so much.

I encourage you to look at the Flickr slideshow in his honor.