Buckley
Originally uploaded by Abstract Magdalene.

Here is Buckely. I can't remember if I've posted a photo of him here, but here is a new one. I've become embroiled in Flickr.com and all of a sudden, BOOM. I can post photos and talk about them. Without all of the other ho-haw that I had to go through to host and resize, etc...

Let's see how well this works. I need Buckley in some way that I can't identify. My first problem with him is what some people call "A replacement", my step father felt so awful after my original cairn, Henry, died a very premature death.

My other problem, is how much I love him. Despite the fact that he crawls on top of my pillow to sleep. Chews up my socks, has boundless energy, thinks sleep time is over at the break of dawn.

danger: simpering bragging about one of my dogs.

I sometimes think that Buckley was meant to be my dog, and that Henry opened that up for Buckley to be accepted in my parents household. Buckley was this tiny, runt of the litter with a black mask.

As soon as we met, he had to nestle his face in my hair and stayed there until we got home. NOw, he barks tiny barks to wake me up so he can chase the leaves outside. He is continually badgers my 14 year old Marble into playing with him.

The two of them, hold the sum of my part together.