The personal

While I was camping a few weeks ago, my great friend Spence died. He was humble, friendly, curious, open-minded, and carefree. And he was a dog.

When we adopted him just before Thanksgiving 2007, I thought that for the most part I was chiefly trying on the cloak of kindness. It was a simple move with the purpose of rescuing an animal. Then I get this California surfer dude of a dog with bleach blonde hair and a zenlike perspective on his own sentience. He was only 2, and I will surely miss him.

This is him with a cup on his nose.
It was good ride, boy.













Spence 2007-2009