A Boy and His Dogs

We saw "Hotel For Dogs" this weekend. My eight year old, who is often and immediately inspired by what he sees, has now found an additional calling to his future self. He will operate a no-kill shelter for unwanted pets.

This in addition to the 12 other things he's going to do. For now.

He's designing and building a new class of ship, a new type of steam locomotive, HO modules for a model train club he's befriended, all sorts of Lego constructions... you get the idea. He's an engineer at heart. In all its permutations.

He does need a pet badly. He's already not forgiven me for not providing a sibling. And the local squirrels are not very reliable playmates. We found a cricket in the house once. It was not doing well, since it didn't hop away from us. We put it in a plastic bug box, gave it water, some oats, and leaves for shelter. It was christened "Brownie". We set Brownie free to return to his cousins a few days later. He still talks about Brownie, even though it was a year ago.

He conjectures on having fish. Not directly. He tells me he will do this for his kids (of which it sounds like there will be many) when he's a dad.

Meanwhile, this good hearted creature causes me to fall in love with him, over and over, on a daily basis.

How lucky am I.