Tuesday, January 06, 2009
Last night I got a package that turned out to be a late, or if you follow the Julian calendar, an early Christmas present.
The Terrenoire family is not a slave to any calendar.
This came from The Nephew and his wife. I read a few pages and it is, for anyone who has owned an old dog, heartbreakingly beautiful. The writing is good, often funny, always touching and the photography brings out the dignity of grayed muzzles and shaky hips.
In his profile, the writer Gene Weingarten, "... instructed his family that he wishes to be buried in Washington's Congressional Cemetery, because it allows dogs to run free. He wants his tombstone to include only his birth and death dates, and this: 'A funny man who loved dogs.' The stone will be carved in the shape of a fire hydrant."
That's my kind of guy.
The photographer is Michael S. Williamson.
If you love dogs as much as I do, pick up a copy of this book at your local independent. It's terrific.
Thank you, Nephew, this was a great choice.
Once again, here is a picture of our old departed friend, Boomer. We miss you, buddy.