Some of you know my dog, but for those that don’t his name is Rudy and he is a pit-mix. There’s a ban on pitbulls in France, so I have to leave Rudy behind and we’re heading to Maine tomorrow to drop him off with friends. I’ve had Rudy for almost four years after adopting him from my sister who couldn’t keep him once she had her first son. Rudy was my co-pilot for my move to San Francisco and he just rode back with me and Kate. He’s been my best friend since I drove out West, always willing to snuggle and the most loyal dog I’ve ever known. Wherever I go, Rudy tags along. From corner stores to laundromats to work, he’s been with me every step of my last four years. He loves the outdoors and it kills me that he can’t come, but luckily he’s staying with good friends who he loves.

Taking it in

It will be weird for me and Kate to be without our boy, but I think we’ll get used to it as we’ve gotten used to our new lifestyles. What kills us is that he has no idea he won’t see us for three to four months.