Feeling emo

Julie and I had a grownup talk yesterday about planning for death.

And then we watched one of our favorite TV shows where they killed off one of our favorite characters.

He took more than one episode to die. There was much weeping by his girlfriend, played by an actress who is a very good cryer.

So I’m feeling emo now.

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Dog euthanized after fatally biting baby

The death of that baby is an awful, awful tragedy.

Normally, I’d be saddened when a dog that looks this sweet is put down, but I can’t bring myself to feel that in this case. Not that I blame the dog. She was just being a dog. Still, for me to be saddened by this dog’s death seems disrespectful to that baby and family. Irrational, but that’s how I feel.

We’re relatively new to owning dogs and I don’t know a lot but I do know this: Dogs are animals. They are predators. I am often amazed at the sheer strength of Minnie’s jaws, as she sits there quietly and peacefully working on a chew toy while we sit on the couch together.

Sometimes little kids will come up to us at the park and say, “Mister, can I pet your dog?” My answer is always no. Minnie doesn’t get much exposure to people other than me and Julie. I don’t want something bad to happen.