tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21924162.post1840518167701063487..comments2023-11-02T04:07:36.590-07:00Comments on team small dog: The kind of person who gets poison oak. team small doghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02980770631350927665noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21924162.post-26142695306892820272018-06-12T07:57:29.558-07:002018-06-12T07:57:29.558-07:00Do not read this while you’re trying to quietly si...Do not read this while you’re trying to quietly sit on a machine at the gym and not be noticed. Even knowing how t turns out, tears. Much love to you and Gustavo.Brittanyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08412910569855174544noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21924162.post-79318326458047417522018-06-09T08:29:01.162-07:002018-06-09T08:29:01.162-07:00Yep, what everyone else said. I have no words. I t...Yep, what everyone else said. I have no words. I tried! But mine don't even come anywhere close. Just don't compare to yours and ability to describe emotion, make us feel everything. What an amazing story and the best ending ever. Best blog ever, best story, best ending ever. Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16473221381180027811noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21924162.post-38293366434013900382018-06-07T23:30:17.206-07:002018-06-07T23:30:17.206-07:00What everyone else said--crying all over again at ...What everyone else said--crying all over again at Gustavo gone missing, crying all over again that he's found. I still can only imagine how it all was for you. And thanks again for telling the story, and oh I'm sorry to hear about the poison oak. I've never gotten poison oak, ivy, or sumac, but I know how these things can go, because my dad who was out in the hills most of his adult life was a person who never got it, either, until one winter when clearing a trail of a tree and a bunch of crap that came down in a storm, and then, wow, he had it bad. He was maybe in his 60s? Dang poison oak, double-dang coyotes. I think you have to be pretty much 100% native American to not get poison oak, and probably really not even then. I don't think there's any ancestry that protects you from coyotes, but maybe Gustavo has a wee bit of that ancestry, that little miracle guy.<br />Elfhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01827436807468320435noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21924162.post-53327800639444642972018-06-04T20:25:47.172-07:002018-06-04T20:25:47.172-07:00I'm sure I haven't cried half (a quarter a...I'm sure I haven't cried half (a quarter an eighth) as much as you over Gooey, but here I am crying again. Miracles really do happen. xoxomarycloverhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02949811934631534425noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21924162.post-70527686234805136642018-06-04T08:58:09.634-07:002018-06-04T08:58:09.634-07:00Laura,
You've done it again. I am not sure ho...Laura,<br />You've done it again. I am not sure how you can write zit when I can barely read it. I'll stay tuned.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21924162.post-22016678258783319472018-06-04T04:14:03.335-07:002018-06-04T04:14:03.335-07:00Tears rolling down my face as I read this. For poo...Tears rolling down my face as I read this. For poor Gooey, such a sweet, strong dog, full of heart. But also tears for you, Laura, who loves your dogs as much as I do, who has a sense of humor that makes me laugh, who writes so honestly that all of us who have never met Gooey love him because you have made him real and dear to us, who obviously is a lover of the world and all it holds, who makes art that is beautiful and funny and true and sad. Because it was hard enough to go thru Banksy's most recent scare but to have this happen on top of it, well, so very, very unfair. But those recovery pix where you just have joy shining from every pore, those make me cry the hardest. Because sometimes miracles do come true and no one deserved it more than you. Terry Ahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05749840039106455080noreply@blogger.com