This was Kirby when we first met him, at 5 weeks old. He’s tripled in size since then, and we’re delighted he was our early Christmas present. Hoping your holidays are equally fun, but with considerably less rambunctiousness. And fewer pieces of furniture chewed on.
Kirby is 14 weeks today, and nearly 30 lbs. No bathroom incidents in over a week, and he’s sleeping through the night without trips outside.
And what a month it’s been!
Kirby, our Golden Retriever puppy is now tipping the scales at 24 lbs. He’s 87% absolutely adorable, 13% total terror. Or do I have those percentages backwards?
Anyway, we love the little guy, and are counting the days (T-minus 21!) until he gets his final shots and can start frolicking with other doggies. He’ll be three months old this Saturday, and those paws suggest he’s going to be a big dog. What could possibly go wrong?
I got to spend an hour with Bob Dole a decade ago, when he was 89 years old.
Long retired from the U.S. Senate and public life, he was still a force to be reckoned with. He regaled us with stories of his Kansas childhood, and his life in New York City, where he attended Brooklyn College for a brief time before being shipped off to fight in World War II as a second lieutenant in the Army’s 10th Mountain Division.
A star athlete, his life was changed forever by the war, and he returned home paralyzed from the neck down, expecting to die soon after.
Fate had other plans for Bob Dole, and like many in the Greatest Generation, he continued to serve his country for many years. Despite debilitating injuries, he never lost his sense of humor.