Life without Lars

Although my bond with Lars was unique, somehow I knew that if he found the right home there would be a net gain of happiness in the world.  

I think he was really kind of anxious with me, more anxious than he'll be in his new home. 

Some of his behaviors, like when he decided he absolutely needed to excavate under the doggie pool,

were probably triggered by his anxiety.

And though I loved his squishy little nose

and his filthy, precious, adorable paws 

that I could hold for hours and kiss and sniff, 


I don't mind that someone else is holding them, kissing them, and washing them now. 




















Lars, you troublemaker. 

I'm so glad you found a great home!