Three years!

Three years ago today, I picked up Jake from the Rocket Dog Rescue booth at the Noe Valley Street Festival. He was skinny and skittish and had dandruff, but when he jumped into my lap and licked my hand, I knew that I had to keep him. It was clear from the beginning that he was my dog and I was his person.

So we’ll celebrate this evening – a dessicated pig heart for him and a beer or two for me.

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