That’s my boy

Ricky travels alot for his work, which means I spent alot of time at home alone. Generally speaking, I require a fairly significant amount of time to myself, but nonetheless sometimes it got a little lonely around here.

Ricky thinks any dog smaller than 40 pounds is a rodent. I think any dog larger than 10 pounds belongs in a home with a big yard and lots of kids to play with. I also told Ricky and that I was going to get something cute and furry to keep me company when he was gone.

It could be a dog or . . . . . some other type of companion.

We decided to get a dog!

Sniffer, whose nickname is ‘too’ as in “I’ll get you my pretty! And your little dog, TOO!” joined our home just over 4 years ago.

He’s my best buddy and hangs out with me non-stop.

Like while enjoying a poolside cocktail after a grueling day.

Or running errands around the neighborhood.


And crashing on his favorite pillow after a grueling day in a dog’s life.

Sniffer has also done more than his fair share of significant damage. Like chewing up a $100 Coach leash. Like going to town on a down comforter and Ricky and I waking up to a bedroom covered in feathers. Like going into a friends home, marching over to their grand piano and peeing on the leg.

The list goes on.

There’s pretty much nothing that rotten little dog could do that would make me stop loving him.


Last night Ricky and I saw a film about elderly GLBT people and the challenges they face growing old and facing illness and death.


A significant number of these people had been thrown away by their families decades before, and in spite of efforts to reconnect over the years, many remained estranged.

I like to think it’s gotten better over the years, and I do think it has, but the reality is there are still people who throw their kids in the garbage because they’re gay. And those kids suddenly need to go out and build a new reality of family and friends to replace the ones they’ve lost.

There’s nothing Too could do that would make me stop loving him. He could probably even chew a hole in the seat of sexy-car and I’d get over it.

It’s my hope families and friends can all learn to treat their GLBT kids at least as well as I treat my dog.

Today’s Gay Agenda: Revisit the conversation Ricky and I had last night about whether it would be better to permanently live in Fargo or Boca when we’re too old to go back and forth.


5 thoughts on “That’s my boy”

  1. Swear on Ricky’s life: I threw in the Boca remark as bait to Opie since he’d been quiet for a while.

    Glad to know I still know how to perk you up on a Sunday morning. BTW, I found a great Coach dog carrier for Sniffer to travel back and forth safely under the seat in front of me.

  2. Re: “It’s my hope families and friends can all learn to treat their GLBT kids at least as well as I treat my dog.”

    I concur 100%! I have seen the damage casting off does to folks’ psyches – it is brutal and I am sure that those who do the casting off must answer to God for it. Difference is one of the most beautiful things about humanity – it is absolutely part of God’s design for us.

    I also concur with Sniffer traveling under the seat. Don’t allow your pet to leave your side when travelling via air…I have heard too many horrible stories about that lately. 🙁

  3. How wonderful!

    Craig and I volunteer as fosters for Retrieve a Golden of Minnesota. We LOVE helping these sweet hounds, and I couldn’t imagine life without a four-legged family member.

    Good on you!

    1. Thanks Marie. I know this was kind of a stretch—humans often treat their pets better than they treat eachother. I will always struggle understanding parents that toss their kids in the trash. Probably because I spent a few years in the trash bin myself.

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