
The last two months have been dark in more ways than one. Dudley's death added an under- (and sometimes over-)current of sadness to every day and lonely night. I was better during the week, working away from home but couldn't help breaking down every weekend when home.I resisted getting another bulldog until "it was time", though my wife wanted to try to end the mourning immediately. It's time!Meet baby Mojo, an 8-pound male English Bulldog puppy who flew in from Fayetteville, Arkansas last night. I've switched hotels where I'm currently working, to one that allows dogs, and Mojo is going to be with me all week long from now on. There might be something cuter than baby bulldogs but, if so, I have yet to find it.
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