Those of you who know me or have followed this here for a while know of Bo, my dear dear dog. She lived a long and wondrous life, that began on July 29, 1995, and ended on Tuesday, 2/2/10. I spent nearly every day of fourteen years with her – fed her, picked up her poop, patted and knocked on her rocklike skull, threw her floppy frisbee, covered her up at night (she was a shivery girl) – from when she was eight weeks old until now. I always felt that being given Bo was the closest I'd ever come to believing in god in that I always loved dogs and when I was finally ready to get my first one one, at age 31, I was given the best available hound on earth. She was a great friend, and a muse and companion to me and many others. She will be dearly dearly missed. Here are some photos and video of a very soft dog. Goodbye, sweet Bo, rest in peace.