Of Puppies and Promises
When he heard we were getting a smaller dog, my father-in-law had one request: that we not buy the dog clothes.
A month ago, we had a great plan: bring the puppy home in late February and start house-training him in warmer weather. You can see how well that worked out. But I must admit, it makes Miloš quite
Beogradjanko Beogradjanin.* Dogs in Belgrade suffer from two extremes: strays that suffer from health problems and occasional violence, or dogs that wear nicer coats than most people. Seriously, there’s a dog in my neighborhood that has a little leather and shearling jacket. Compared to that dog, Miloš is downright spartan. Rugged, even.
Eh, who am I kidding? He looks ridiculous. Cute, but ridiculous.
*Serbian readers, help me out. Is this a word, or did I make it up?