For the Love of Chaos Coda, pt. 2: Faylinn

After the fourth straight day of seeing picture after picture in my Facebook feed of dogs up for adoption, I approached my wife.

“I get the feeling you’re trying to tell me something.”

“What do you mean?” she asked.

“The dog posts in Facebook. You keep “liking” posts about dogs up for adoption. You want to rescue another dog.”

While we had taught Chaos and Jessie a fair number of behaviors over the years, there was one trick they had taught my wife in return: The Bashful, Apologetic Eyes. She used it then, in response to my assertion. She followed it up with a pout filled, “yeah”. Continue reading

For The Love of Chaos Coda pt. 1: Jesse

I meant to write this months ago while Chaos was still alive. Yet, like so many other things in my life, I put it off thinking there was always tomorrow. Now tomorrow has come and I am without the most loving boy I have ever known. Chaos loved. There wasn’t a single person he met that he didn’t love. He knew the names of each of my friends. Each week on Thursday night he would become excited because he knew they were coming, even if no one told him, “It’s Thursday” (which would send him into a barking, corgi-butt wagging fit). Yet as much as he enjoyed hanging out with my D&D buddies, he loved our neighbors and their small herd of chihuahuas like family. Hanging out at their house was absolutely his favorite activity. Because of this, three years ago my wife and I thought he would like a fur brother of his own. So we started looking at rescue sites. ¬†After several weeks of searching, this photograph appeared in one of my feeds. Continue reading