Today is two months since our lives were normal - two months ago tomorrow is when Klaus entered the hospital. I have been wanting to get a tattoo to honor Klaus and his influence in my life, but I didn't want to rush into it - I wanted something that would remind me of him, something that I could carry with me everywhere, so that no matter what happened to me, a piece of him would be there. I had lots of cheesy ideas, and then some better ones that I managed to forget (I have been a bit forgetful these days), but in the end it was not a difficult decision.
I had to sneak away from Bogart for an hour - not an easy feat as we have become quite the team these days - so that I could get this:
This is Klaus' tattoo - he had this on his back. Now that he is gone I will carry it on. I just know that he would love this idea. The tattoo artist did an amazing job of copying the design from a blurry photo I had. It's been many years since I've gotten my last tattoo - I did indeed forget exactly how much it hurts.
To thank Bogart for his patience while I was getting tattooed we hopped into the Bogcedes and headed to Laurelhurst Park. We haven't been here alone, and it was a beautiful sunny day.
This is a great park full of people - and dogs. They have an off-leash area that of course Bogart is not allowed to run around in. Lets just say that his recall skills need some work.
But on our tour around the park we ran into... an Airedale boy!
It's amazing - whenever Bogart sees another Airedale (even a boy, and he's not always friendly with boy dogs he doesn't know) it's like he knows that this is one of his kind.
The algae bloom that was here the last time we were in the park is still in, ahem, full bloom. Yes, it's really that green.
Bogart and I sat down for awhile so that we could talk about Klaus...
Our lives will never be the same.
Love,
Lulu & Bogart
