What Keeps Him Alive . . .

He's devastatingly cute. Every look. Every pose. Since he was a puppy. Even now, as a pain in the ass old man on a half a dozen medications, from anti-biotics for his lupus-corrupted nose to Prozac for his anxiety-ridden doggy brain.

Don't fall for the look. He's not imprisoned in a crate, down-trodden and woe-begotten. It's his safe place, at the foot of our bed. His favorite thing is everyone in their place in bed at night.