Literature
Hobie, my boy, 2002-2009
It's been three years and I don't know where to start. My boy Cody is lying on the floor, his hip under my foot, doing that huffy breathing he does when he's sleeping. He's handsome, all golden, dumb as a brick and about as potent when directed at other living things. Dumb and happy and sweet.
Hobie came before him. He was one of those immaculately beautiful puppies, all big soft paws and moist black nose and milky breath. We have pictures of him toddling around the lawn like a living teddy bear, tail flipping back and forth, whiskers twitching. He learned to fetch the ball and swim while watching another golden at a lake we used to vacation
