The Dog & the Headstone

Dear John,

Good news - our headstone is finally turned around the right way! Of course, than means that our names are in the wrong place - mine is over you and yours is over where I'm going to be (and where Jen had forbidden me to dig). But that's okay. We know where we are. I drove by today to check on it, but I didn't stay. When I got home at 7 PM the temperature was 105. And we still haven't had any rain.

You'd be so proud of Jethro. He's doing very well adjusting to having a child in the house - a little human his size. He loves to play with her, and plays even when you can tell he really doesn't want to. And he's learned to be gentle with her, too. And he's so patient. The German Shepherd blood shows. He loves her, loves playing with her, and is exhausted by bedtime. It's good exercise for him, too, these days when it's too hot to walk him even first thing in the morning.

I'm the only one awake here, and it's past my bedtime. So I'll send you a kiss and Jethro sends a lick, and I'm off to bed. I still hate going to bed without you. Sleep well tonight.

Love you with all my heart,

Joan.