Terrific essay by novelist Arthur Phillips in today's NY Times:
My little guy is growing up fast. He’s toilet-trained, he goes uncomplainingly to sleep and he no longer chews on his playmates’ faces until they bleed. He is 8 months old, and I know, years from now, that I will always remember this summer as the time he and I fell in love.
Between this summer and next, this latest beagle — the third of my adult life — will age from zero to 1 (or zero to 7), on a fast track to reduce me to mourning sometime in my early 50s.
Read the rest here. And Happy Birthday to Piper, in the photo above, who turned thirteen this weekend.