Blog: March 2008 Litter

Christmas had its sad side this year. My Papi (Papillon as in butterfly) passed away. He was like a butterfly, flying through the air. He was one of the most joyful dogs I have known in spite of his birth injury. He was stepped on when only 20 minutes old and lost the right half of his brain. I did not expect him to survive, but he did, with gusto. He had trouble with balance and depth perception so when he came to the step off the deck he wasn't sure where it was so he launched himself in a...