Resolutions

Hey, it's almost 2012, which means Doc is 9 years old, give or take. Can hardly believe it. That means that I've finally had him living with me for more than half of his life ... getting a dog like Doc, who was passed around a bunch before he finally came to live with me, is sort of an odd and humbling experience. You realize the dog has lived through a lot of things that, if he were human, might have broken him. Homelessness, living on a chain, learning to negotiate new relationships, learning new languages, abandonment ... and yet he's as unflappable as ever. A little scarred, but not disfigured. Cautious at times, but not untrusting. Kind of amazing, really. I should resolve to be more like Doc for the new year.